_draconis (_draconis) wrote in the_witch_hunt, @ 2017-04-05 09:12:00 |
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Entry tags: | c: draco, c: tj |
RP: Draco and TJ
Who: Draco and TJ
Where: The Phoenix Lounge
When: April 5th, after 7
Summary: Dinner, though they hadn't planned on having it together.
Draco had spent the day digging through his ancestral library and finding everything he could on werewolves. There was a decent collection, but all the best books had been in the Black Family library, at least according to whatever ancestor had written up the Malfoy Library catalogue. He wondered idly how weird it would be to ask Harry Potter for permission to look around. It was technically his inheritance, even if Sirius Black had worked around the old blood magic somehow. He didn't care, he didn't actually want the place, but he was itching to get his hands on those books...
His growling stomach reminded him that it was well dinner time. He thought about asking the house elves for a meal, but they'd want to serve him in the dining room with his father, and there was no was in Hell Draco was doing that. He could probably convince one of them to make him a sandwich in his room, but he was craving something more filling than that. Besides, it would be good to get out of here for a while. He considered owling Theo and Pansy, but then decided better of it. They probably already had their dinner.
"Muggle dinner it is."
He threw on his coat and headed outside, planning to hit up one of his favorite pubs in muggle London. But when he arrived he saw police cars swarming the block. He didn't know what had happened, but he wasn't about to stick around to find out.
He ended up apparating to a nice lounge in Ireland that was strictly wizard but didn't require formal dress robes. Plus it had a reputation for incredible food.
It would do.
He sat at the last available booth and ordered a gilly water and a seafood plate.