RP: Under the rose Date & Time: 11 September 1998 || An hour before curfew Post Type: RP Open To: Privatish (ping to join) Character(s): Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, Greg Goyle (NPC) Location: Rear gardens, Braeburn Summary: Draco provides a little support to Greg: Blaise may return the favor
"Look, if you want ... if you think...." Draco sighed and shoved his hair out of his eyes, then tugged the hood of his cloak up to keep the misty rain off. "I can go with you tomorrow if you want to visit him."
Greg hunched into his cloak, staring into the distance. "Dunno," he said with a shrug of his massive shoulders. "Dunno if I should. If it's right."
Draco let Greg stand in silence for a minute while he lit a cigarette. Tomorrow was Vince's birthday. Would have been his birthday. While Vince had turned on them at the end, nearly got them all killed and ended up dying himself, they had all been friends for a long time. Draco couldn't even completely blame Vince for changing loyalties. He'd always backed the leading horse, and by the end of the war, Draco wasn't winning any longer. Everyone had known that.
"They aren't the only ones who lost people," he said finally, nodding at Braeburn to indicate all the students inside. "We did too, mate. Bella? Yeah, all right, she was a sick and demented bitch, but she was my aunt. Lost a third of my family in one go, y'know? We both lost Vince. If you want to go say goodbye, we'll go, and fuck anyone who wants to say something about it."
Greg shrugged again. "I'll think about it. Do you wanna go in?"
Draco shook his head and held up the cigarette. "Finish this. You go on. I'll be safe enough out here for a little while. If Pansy's out of her dorm, check on her, but otherwise, go on."
Greg nodded and shuffled inside. Draco slunk to a bench beneath a broad-limbed tree and slumped onto it, head back against the wide trunk as he blew smoke into the dark sky. "We lost people, too," he muttered, shutting his eyes. "Still counts."