Re: Lillian + Draco
Draco had just left Theo out by the doors that led outside. He was on his way towards the bar when he saw someone that made him stop. From across the room he noticed the red head that seemed… Well, she didn’t look too thrilled to be there. It caused Draco to frown, his brown knitting. He wanted to fix that, he didn’t know where this ridiculous urge had come from but there it was. He didn’t want to look too closely at it, knowing that it had everything to do with the fact that his curse was blessedly something he could hide. He had even been able to talk Harry Potter into putting his name on the werewolf registry, though keeping it quiet so that only his assistant was the only other person to know. Sure, the Minister and anyone higher than Harry could read it, but there were only two. Draco didn’t trust the Minister much but he did trust Pandora’s mother.
It settled it then, he made his way through the crowd towards the woman. She looked familiar enough, which let Draco know they had at least gone to school together. Though for the life of him, he couldn’t remember her name. Not wanting to seem like a great oaf in case she remembered him, he decided he needed to be tactful about how he went about this.
When he approached her, he had already lost his vest for the night. It was outside somewhere near where he’d been chatting with Theo. Draco was just unbuttoning a few of the top buttons of his shirt as he reached her. He gave her a bright smile, “You look stunning in that dress,” His eyes were on her’s, he was overly interested in learning more. He knew from his own feelings about his curse, he didn’t like being asked about it. When the marks from where he had been, bit were on display, he tended to get anxious that someone might ask and he would need to explain. He wasn’t about to do that to her, the fact that he recognized her made him wonder if whatever it was had happened when everything happened. He liked to ignore the war, though he realized now that he was only able to do that because you couldn’t see that he was a werewolf. You couldn’t tell by just looking at him that once a month he had to get furry and eat the innocent deer in the yard.