Twenty-Third Hex-[Voice/Action]

[hisdarkmark]

[Well. Someone's rather displeased with all of you being here.]

That's how you want it to be, now is it? Take away one of the only decent people in this village and bring in these...mediocre replacements. [There's a snort of disgust.] How kind of you.

All of you that have recently arrived? Feel free to leave. Now. Unless you feel as though

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[mudbloodsmash]

[Caution is for losers and muggles. But if there's Draco and explosions, there's also going to be an over-adrenalined Crabbe approaching at a lumbering run and casting the Dark Mark over the lake.] Morsmordre!

[Ain't no party like a Death Eater party?]

[hisdarkmark]

[There's a sudden yelp from Draco at the appearance of that Mark, and he's whipping his head around.]

[Except. There's a Crabbe. There shouldn't be a Crabbe, wtf.]

...bit early for that, isn't it?

[mudbloodsmash]

[...But a Death Eater party don't stop! D:]

...Figured you were blowing up something worth blowin' up. Cor, you're not just attacking a squid, are you?

[hisdarkmark]

[Well tell Draco that :|]

Honestly, Crabbe, would I waste my time on a bloody squid?

[mudbloodsmash]

So you do need the Mark! What's down there? [He's peeking at the chunky semi-frozen lake for bloody bits. He might also be a little too excited for a potential corpse.]

[hisdarkmark]

[...] What do you think is down there? [Because he might as well just let Crabbe draw his own conclusions.]

[mudbloodsmash]

A good f'r nothin' Muggle, if'n there's any justice in the world.

[hisdarkmark]

You really think a lake would be the solution for taking care of a Muggle? Crabbe, I believe you've lost your touch.

[mudbloodsmash]

But they scream better when you play with 'em first.

[hisdarkmark]

And you know this how?

[mudbloodsmash]

Dad's been letting me go out with him during the holidays! I told you all about it, remember it? [And then he switches to a shrill falsetto.] "Oh please sir! We 'aven't done anything wrong! Why are you doing this?!" [Which, naturally, leads seamlessly into a peal of guffawing laughter.]

[hisdarkmark]

You may have, but I've more important missions to accomplish. Remind me again of what it is you've been doing? [He's still assuming Crabbe's dumb enough not to notice Draco's never lived through that.]

[mudbloodsmash]

It's been a right party, it has! [He rolls up his sleeve, beaming proudly.] Dad's been getting me ready to get m'self a Mark and everything! [There's a faded, immobile replica of the Dark Mark on his arm, looking more like Crabbe had been scrawling on his own arm and hoping really hard. Though he's shown it off before, he'll really take any opportunity to scheme anew. At least, as much as he's capable of scheming.]

[hisdarkmark]

[He's just eying the Mark, half-torn between scoffing and shying away from it. He nods thoughtfully though, just keeping the act going.] Good on your father's part, I'm sure. And what has the Dark Lord said of that? [Because really, this oughta be good.]

[mudbloodsmash]

You tell me. You're the one who's got him staying with your family. [PFFF not like you deserve it.]

[hisdarkmark]

But it's not as though I'm there full time, now is it?