un altro anno

[blaising_fury]

Yesterday was my 18th birthday, and I was well-treated by all of my friends and relations in Slytherin, who are nothing if not generous and extraordinarily well-meaning. Millicent and I spent the bulk of the day together in private, naturalmente, while still attending to those lessons and duties which required our attention. Pansy, ever creative

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[mistressmalfoy]

That gift would be unseemly now that I am your Defence professor, Mr Zabini.

[blaising_fury]

But you were not a professor when you promised the gift, Professor.

[mistressmalfoy]

I do not recall promising anything, Mr Zabini.

[blaising_fury]

Such things were heavily implied, Professor Malfoy.

[mistressmalfoy]

But I never actually promised a thing.

So sorry, dear boy.

[blaising_fury]

I am cut to the quick, you realise.

[mistressmalfoy]

You'll live.

[pure_nobility]

Thank you.

[sinistra_prof]

What a naughty, greedy boy. Receiving that haul of gifts described above and still thinking that his count is short.

[mistressmalfoy]

His parents must have spoiled him horribly.

I'm glad I didn't raise Draco in such a ghastly fashion.

[sinistra_prof]

Indeed. You spoiled him but once, and he now thinks himself deserving of being spoiled twice. I have half a mind to deduct points. And you know how lazy I am about that sort of thing.

[mistressmalfoy]

Oh you misunderstand. He didn't want me to spoil him. He wanted to watch us spoil each other.

[sinistra_prof]

Oh darling, there isn't enough wine in the world.

[sinistra_prof]

Also... ten points from Slytherin!