Regulation and Control

Who: Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini
What: Both men have problems to discuss and comfort to seek
When: BACKDATED July 30th, evening (thought I had posted this but I was wrong!)
Where: Draco's Flat
Rating: PG-13 for mentions of sex, affectionate boys, jealousy, and talk of murder
Status: Closed, complete

( Can't you just drive this one away, for once? )

( Elf delivered message to Draco Malfoy )

( Message delivered by elf to Draco Malfoy )

Who: Draco Malfoy and Neville Longbottom
Where: Hyde Park, London
When: Sunday 27th July, 11am
What: A run-in between old enemies. Reactions are slightly surprising.
Rating: G
Status: Closed; complete

( And he understood then, with that slight and small series of words, the horror of Draco's sentence )

( Owl for Seamus Finnigan )

( Owl to Draco Malfoy )

Who: Seamus Finnigan and Draco Malfoy
What: Chance meetings and unexpected opportunities.
Where: Diagon Alley
When: July 21st, afternoon
Rating: PG-13 for language
Status: Closed; complete

"Closed? Why the fuck would a bloody shop be closed on a fucking Monday afternoon?" He asked the locked door of the Magical Menagerie. With an exasperated sigh he lit a cigarette and clenched it between his lips. He'd heard the Menagerie had gotten in a new shipment of fluorescent lion fish and wanted to be the first to take his pick. It didn't look like that would happen today. "Oh well," he muttered breathlessly. The shopkeeper would know to keep a few of the good ones for him anyway. Seamus certainly did enough business there to warrant special treatment.

Who: Draco Malfoy and Dexter Cadwallader
What: A bit of stalkerish behaviour leading to a night spent together
When: [Backdated] Saturday, July 19th
Where: A bar in Islington then Draco's flat
Rating: NC-17 the usual between these two--language and sexual content
Status: Closed; complete

( A simple memo at work would have sufficed, by the way. . .  )

Who: Draco Malfoy and Nymphadora Tonks
What: Random run-in
Where: Department of Regulators
When: Thursday afternoon
Rating: TBD. Probably PG to PG-13 for language.

( . . . )

Who: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy
What: A chance meeting at a Muggle bookshop. There will likely be jibing, barbed conversation, and possibly tantrums (Draco and Harry are very mature adults, thank you.)
When: Lunch hour, July 14, 2008
Where: Gloucester Road Bookshop

Perhaps Harry had done a bit of a stupid thing by asking Katie to let him stay with him. He'd come in this morning and looked at the couch he'd drug in and was convinced that there was the shadow of a sick stain across the back of it, and the thing smelled more foul than when he'd first picked it up. Though the edge had come off her personality after a while (or perhaps he'd just gotten used to her signature "What the fuck ever"), he needed out, so it was only a small surprise to him that not long after he woke up around noon, he was walking down Gloucester road eating kebob off a stick.

He sauntered into a used book shop when he'd finished, thinking that he could at least pick up something in biography or science fiction, but really, he read infrequently and it was the run-down, hip look of the place that attracted him. Heading into the paperback section, Harry began thumbing through their dollar selection, pausing and frowning thoughtfully on a volume from Hemingway.

Who: Draco Malfoy and Ben Dunstan
What: Draco is taking efforts to be waif like and Ben's being chatty
Where: cafe near Scamander Park
When: Monday 14th July, lunchtime
Rating: PG-13ish for language
Status: Open; incomplete

The roof of the cafewas high and rounded, faintly reminiscent of architecture from practically centuries before. It was a fairly old building a plaque out the front saying it had been standing since 1892, but the room used as a cafe was one of the largest and one of the airiest--there were almost more windows in the large room than there were people at the moment, or so it seemed. Ben figured he was a bit late for lunch, if that was the case. There weren't all that many Regulators and some tended to frequent the cafe for lunch, but there was bound to be more than half a dozen or so--or maybe they'd all been wiped out by some freak basilisk attack while he'd been buried under paperwork. At this time, there was rarely anyone else but Regulators in the place.

Fully prepared to push his way to the front of the line, Ben barely had to wait two minutes before he was served, the woman behind the counter looking more than a bit pleased at the fact that someone hadn't ordered the stupidly greasy burger and chips meal sitting off to the side. Ben wondered how long she'd actually been working there to think he'd go for it; he sure as heck didn't recognise her.

"No salad left, sorry," she murmured when he asked. Ben blinked and said, "Pardon?"

"No salad left. That guy took the last of it." Her hand waved over towards a blonde man sitting nearby and Ben nodded, thanking her and then paying her before walking over, a very mild glare that was mostly teasing on his face.

"Aye, I heard you were off stealing my salad," he said, by way of greeting.

Who: Draco Malfoy and Dexter Cadwallader
What: Returning of Dexter's book
When: July 3rd, 2008; 4:00pm
Where: Dexter's Office
Rating: PG-13, for slight language and allusions to sex
Status: Closed, complete

Dexter sat stiffly at his desk, brow furrowed and staring at the door. It was four and he was anxiously awaiting Malfoy. Once he had his book back, it was going home with him and staying there permanently. It was also a bit tempting to obliviate all memory of it from Draco's mind but it wasn't a hex he was particularly adept at and thought it should just be left alone.

He glanced at his watch again, shifting uncomfortably in his seat, a pile of notes in his inbox that were ignored ever since he realised the book was missing, and all his quills were dry. It was clear Draco having that book bothered him more than anything, so much he couldn't even do his job. Now he just wanted it back, and wanting the blond to forget everything he read in it. To Dexter, there was nothing more dangerous that someone knowing that part of him.

( Owl to Draco Malfoy )

Who: Draco Malfoy and Astoria Greengrass
What: Old friends catching up
When: SUNDAY evening, BACKDATED retroactively
Where: Draco's flat
Rating: S for Snark
Status: Incomplete; Closed

Astoria settled into the chair Draco had offered her, having handed off her bottle of wine to him when she came in. It was not expensive--nothing they ever enjoyed together was, based on their mutual constraints--but it was a very good wine for its price in pounds and pence, and in particular for its price in sickles and galleons. Just because Astoria and Draco were broke didn't mean they had to live badly.

"Twilfit and Tattings and Madame Malkin's both have their new fall robes on preview this week. The Fashion Editor has them pinned to her board for the special Sunday preview next week. I can't decide whether I love them or hate them. How are things at your office?"

Who: Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini
Where: Draco's flat in Islington
When: Backdated; 24 June; night
What: Chocolates, bromance, touchy feeliness, angsty reflections.
Rating: PG-13 to light R for rolling around without much action
Status: Closed; incomplete

( I can never decide what I want or who I want or who I want to be and that fucks up everything for everyone around me. )

( Owl to Dexter Cadwallader )

Who: Severus Snape, Draco Malfoy
What: Snape invited Draco to his home, and is building an army worthy of Mordor. The topics of discussion are strictly personal.
When: June 25, noon
Where: Around Penzance
Rating: PG
Closed; Incomplete

This meeting was of a different sort than the one Snape had two days ago, though both young men were former students and had known Snape in his political life. The day was not as bright as the past few. It had rained that morning had remained overcast, and the house was empty except for Snape and the house elf, Priska. He returned from the Department of Mysteries for the lunch hour and observed Priska's lunch preparations, thinking in passing of how he had come to adopt the elf after the destruction of Beauxbatons, her former Master leaving a swarm of house elves homeless. There was no self-delusion in his mind, though, that he had taken her in out of charity.

Snape settled down at eleven with a number of articles he had brought with him from the Department, most of them dealing with Dark Magic and alteration of matter, and he was absorbed by the reading, not noticing the minutes fly past. It was a moment after he sat down that noon struck, provoking him into a flurry of motion, repacking the parchment in a briefcase as he looked into the Front Hall from his position expectantly.

( Owl to Theodore Nott, heavily warded )

Who: Draco Malfoy and Dexter Cadwallader
What: Escaping to the gardens for a break and finding a different escape than expected
When: Friday, June 13, 2008
Where: The Gardens at work
Rating: NC-17, sex in a public place
Status: Closed; incomplete

( it's time to pick up the pieces, go back to square one. . . )

Who: Romilda Vane and Draco Malfoy
Where: Right by Draco's desk
When: June 11, daytime
What: They're colleagues. Sort of. Romilda has a superiority complex to keep up, so she'll probably fall on her face verbally in about ten seconds.
Notes: This is a repost of an rp that was started before the hiatus. We're reposting and going on with it, this time to actually complete it!
Status: Closed, incomplete.

"The miracle has ended," Romilda muttered as she leaned on the wall near Malfoy's desk, near enough that she'd see him come back, far enough that she didn't look like she was waiting for him. She added a few other choice phrases, but all were even quieter, though no less annoyed.

Seven bloody years. It was going to be such a sad tradition to miss, that old one of ignoring Malfoy. But there were times that one needed a partner who didn't immediately leap for a wand and blow something up - and whatever Potter said, Romilda sometimes did not do that herself - and now that Dursley was gone, Malfoy was the next most likely suspect.

She couldn't feel strange about Dursley's death, she was too busy feeling strange about being the one to find him, and how weird all that had felt.

But she'd run out of Muggles, at least for the moment, so it was going to be Draco if she wanted to have someone to actually talk to while shit went down, and Romilda had to admit that that sort of Muggle telly part of the job was really the best one. Everyone needed to have their life be like a John Woo movie, or at least like an X-Men comic, all witty banter, dodging bullets, and winning in the end.

Consequently, when Draco came back, she was grinning.

( I suppose demonic is an added bonus. )