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[oh_she_bugs_me]

Week Name/Date/Time: 'Promises and Plans' / Sunday, Oct 9th / 9 am
Location: Corridors
Open To: Any unfortunate victims.
Currently Involving: Rita Skeeter, Lucius Malfoy

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[daddy_malfoy]

Lucius slipped into the Entrance Hall behind the ridiculously clad reporter, sneering just slightly behind her back before his cool, gray eyes narrowed and swept over the utterly empty expanse of space.

Well. This was rather disappointing.

His brow rose ever so slightly as he slipped an elegant and dazzling pocketwatch from his cloak, and a smirk took over. "Ah, but you see, we are professionally early, as opposed to fashionably late."

He gave her a knowing smile before setting his jaw and sweeping further into the room. Yes, of course, any moment now someone would be greeting them. Perhaps whisking them away to an elegantly laid out breakfast, fit for a king. That is, if they had any bloody idea what they were doing.

He observed the hall uninterestedly as he slipped his gloves from his hand, folding them over the top of his cane in a regal manner. He'd have rather left them on than shake hands with the likes of this school, but alas.

Appearances.

[zoe_clarke]

Zoe hurried down the hallway, intent on finding Soren. It had been a whole week since the smarmy, little - no, no let's not go down that road of negative thinking again, she told herself. It had been a week since her friend had talked to her. She was under the impression he was mad at her because she had missed a very important meeting in Hogsmeade. He hadn't spoken to her at all last week, so now she was mad at him. It's not my fault I got sick! In truth it was, she was the one that insisted on helping Professor Kilpatrick with some animals one particularly cold night. But that was besides the point. Soren should have forgiven her by now, she figured, and holy crap, is that Lucius Malfoy?

[mason_g]

Mason rushed down the hallway, hoping to catch an early weekend breakfast. The past week hadn't been that great, and oh well. No use crying over spilt pumpkin juice, aye. Coming down the entrance hall, he nearly ran over Zoe. Remembering his manners, he said, "Oh, sorry." His gaze then shifted, and he saw.....Lucious Malfoy?

"Mr. Malfoy?"

[opheliaballard]

((Do I make one too many? I couldn't resist the RITA THREAD nargh.))

Really, students were an incredibly lazy sort. Breakfast and what all LAYED OUT and just WAITING and what do they do? Stay in their stupid beds because they're obsessed, OBSESSED with their silly sleep when there are much more interesting times to be had with a pot of jam and a plate of freshly baked goods. Ophelia couldn't fathom it really.

FOUR, four people in the Great Hall? Pbft. What was?... Oi... Lucius MALFOY? Well, wouldn't Emilia's mother be tinkled pink? How ODD there was no one else around. Perhaps fate had fallen on her head and given her a Malfoy's full attention all to herself. She didn't think much of the woman with him though. Shame about the dress. Yech.

Straightening her robes and brushing back her hair, Ophelia grinned and slowly made her way over to where the little congregation seemed to be. Well, Lucius and this peacocky woman, and... Mason?! Ha! Oh my, was he speaking to himSweeping past, Ophelia made to turn and shock spread over her face,