[Open post - after the split]

[dracoslytherin]

Draco had not seen or spoken to Harry in weeks. Ever since they'd had that fight he didn't know what to do with himself and, feeling very lost, he'd stayed hidden away in a new room he'd found for himself. All alone

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[fairy_fingers]

The blond girl - she has hair the same color as Draco, how odd - is sitting by a window and drawing things in the little mist of her breath, with gentle fingertips.

She may or may not have Grey Wind with her, but though she is an ordinary girl, there's probably something a bit unreal about her - there ever was, for a dreamy little embroiderer-turned-queen like Angelique.

I'm going to ask Robb's typist if she can borrow Grey Wind, will let you know as soon as I know. I was thinking of punting Helen and Belize - do you think they would work? Would anyone else work better? Let me know. ♥

[dracoslytherin]

Draco walks in and sits down with a loud 'hmph', sounding annoyed. He glances at the blonde girl but doesn't yet say anything to her.

[Helen in particular would be good! But both would be nice. <3]

[fairy_fingers]

Angelique might look back behind her, and when she looks at the blond youth, she observes him curiously for a bit.

If he looks at her, she'll give him a twitching smile.

[Both shall be punted. ^^]

[dracoslytherin]

He does glance her way again and frowns at the smile. "What do you want?"

[fairy_fingers]

"-- nothing, I was just going to say hello," Angelique replies after she manages to smooth the look of affront on her face.

"-- I like your hair color."

Lame, we know.

[dracoslytherin]

He arches an eyebrow at her. "It's natural."

[fairy_fingers]

"You're welcome," Angelique replies, not particularly bothered thus far. "So is mine. I haven't met many people with hair so light, here."

As if she were trying to explain why she's talking to him. Er.

[dracoslytherin]

"I don't have any sisters so don't get your hopes up."

[fairy_fingers]

"I don't have any brothers, and any brother of mine would be kinder and more fair-spoken, so that's quite alright," Angelique replies without missing a beat.

[dracoslytherin]

"I speak perfectly fine," Draco says snootily.

[fairy_fingers]

"Maybe by the standards of wherever it is you come from, my lord," Angelique replies with all the dignity of her young years... and of her new titles. "And so by your behaviour, I would understand that gallantry does not exist in your country."

[dracoslytherin]

Draco folded his arms in a gesture of discomfort. "I can be gallant," he now sounds sulky.

[fairy_fingers]

"You have yet to show it," Angelique replies, and sits up, proud and more regal than she's ever been. "I am Lady Angelique Stark, wife to the King in the North, and it is not meet to insult a lady in passing, not in France, nor in Westeros."

Yes, she just asked for an apology.

[dracoslytherin]

He purses his lips. "I didn't mean to insult you," he mumbles, looking put out.

[fairy_fingers]

"I forgive you," Angelique replies, simply, though she's still prim about it.

[dracoslytherin]

"....," he mumbles something else that may be a reluctant thanks.