An Unpopping: Draco Malfoy [Open RP]

[ahbrakedahbra]

((After taking all the significant procedures, and with mod permission, I am unpopcorning Draco Malfoy. He'll have no prior knowledge of his time in Hogwarts Hocus; leaving him a fresh slate to be toyed with. He's taken right after the killing of Dumbledore in Half-Blood Prince.))

Hogwarts was ancient enough to have a pipe-work of catacombs

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[vislor_turlough]

"Well, I can't say I'm impressed." Turlough had been outside, wearing the short shorts from hell. "You look like those sparklepires that are around here."

[ahbrakedahbra]

Once his eyes had gotten used to the sun, they locked on the freak with the short shorts. 'And you look like a Weasley,' he sneered. 'It explains the length of your shorts, your family must be too poor to buy full-length clothes.'

[vislor_turlough]

"Please. I'll have you know I'm a nobleman from another planet, which automatically makes me better than you, you Earthling."

[ahbrakedahbra]

The muscle in his jaw flexed. His stone eyes were just as hard, just as emotionless as they pierced Turlough's figure. There was a sneer on his lips, finding his statement of nobility something of a joke.

'You're not on that planet, though, are you? So any claim of nobility is laughable. You're just as poor, just as worthless and as filthy as any Weasley, muggle or Mudblood.' Draco spat.

[psy_nuisance]

See Sage wandering around the catacombs with a lurid novel in hand. See Sage spot a blond guy lying petrified on the floor.

The guy seemed to have anger coming off him in waves and no wonder. "Wow, who did this to you?" Sage asked, real sympathy entering her voice. "Was it that 'impedimentus' thing?"

((Ooc: if there's anything she should know about him, or any memories she should see, please let me know.))

[ahbrakedahbra]

Draco pushed against the flagstones and knelt back. Butter dripped off him in syrupy globules, slapping against the cold flagstones. He was naked, his only coverage was the butter the trailed down his body, no longer immune to gravity. He took a deep, quiet breath, then looked up at Sage. He was frowning unconsciously, hurt in his eyes. His voice box was raw, so his question was cracked and raspy.

His mind blurred with the last events his mind could remember. His wand pointed at Dumbledore, his aunt Bellatrix encouraging him to finish what the Dark Lord asked of him and then Snape ... standing in to deliver the final blow because he was to weak to finish the Headmaster off himself.

Tears sprang to his eyes, burning and blending into the butter on his face. He cleared his throat, it felt like sandpaper. How long had he been ... incarcerated?

((Hey! Feel free to have Sage see that memory that took place atop the Astronomy Tower, if you'd like! :D))

[psy_nuisance]

There were some of those wizarding people. With wands. And the boy- in his position right now she couldn't help thinking of him as a boy- killing someone. Or not killing someone. And shame.

She turned away, because of the nakedness and licked her lips. "You need a towel first. I'll call for a house-elf." The feeling coming off him was intense and delicious, actually.

Ducking down the hallway, she was lucky to find a passing house-elf and sent it off for a towel and some clothes.

[ahbrakedahbra]

Draco stared down at the pool of butter that encircled him, it had streaks of yellow, and could be considered butter; but with the grime, the dust and the life-supporting sapropel, it looked nothing more than watered down tar now that it was seeping between the flagstones. He moved for the first time, lifting his hand to wipe away the show of weakness that leaked from his eyes, and found his muscles taut from disuse. The ache erupted all over his body then.

Draco groaned and when the girl returned, looked up to meet her gaze. His voice was still weak, croaky and, though it staked him like daggers to hear it, a softness in his voice that was almost kind.

'Is this Hogwarts?'

[republikatt]

Bucky was lazy. However, even lazy cats liked to go to dark places and stare at walls, or chase bugs, or find nice cold dry spots and nap for a while. Bucky was switching from a nice cold dry spot to walking back upstairs to a nice warm dry spot when he walked past Draco. And... shoelaces.

Being a cat, he had to do the cat thing. He pounced.

[ahbrakedahbra]

Draco hated cats, all because of that Mudblood Granger and her mangy ginger thing. So when Bucky took a natural interest in his shoelaces, his face contorted to reflect a great deal of dislike.

'Get off me you feral creature!' Draco spat, he kicked his foot wildly, trying to dispel the diseased monstrosity. He was still spent after the attack on Turlough, not to mention his muscles were still taut from disuse. This bout of energy was not likely to last.

[republikatt]

Bucky held on tight, digging in with his claws and his Pointy. Even chubby, lazy cats had some remnant of a prey drive. In answer to the insult, he said several words that would have landed him time in his closet if Rob had been around to hear, though they were muffled around a mouthful of shoe and shoelace.

[ahbrakedahbra]

Draco grunted; he'd had enough.

Draco angled his foot, all rational thought evaporating in that split moment where he kicked his foot out, Bucky attached and all, against the wall. On the moment of contact his eyes bulged, his teeth clamping down on his lower lip, and a choice word burning red hot on the tip of his tongue.

He took in a loud, sharp breath.

((Mun approved.))

[mello_n_choco]

I occasionally check this room just to see whose name is still on that plaque. There's one I'll have to check on later, but seeing someone in the room, I decide to stop in.

"People are going to really start using better descriptions than 'blond male wearing black' when describing problematic idiots," I say.

[ahbrakedahbra]

Draco was up against the wall, catching his breath. His complexion was flaxen and sweat glistened on his forehead. He cleared his throat when Mello approached, and once one syllable left the man's mouth, he took an immediate dislike to him. No doubt following in a long line of people Mello had talked too.

He finally gave Mello a reproachful stare, his stone grey eyes roaming his form, from his blond hair to his black clothes. His tone was scathing, even in its softness, when he said, 'I couldn't agree more.'

[mello_n_choco]

I raise an eyebrow. One of those, I see. I cross my arms. "So, rich boy," because, even if he's not, he sure has the fucking attitude, "if you think I'm the problem, you've got quite a lot to learn about this place."

[ahbrakedahbra]

His eyes hardened and he made a grunting sound in the back of his throat, as if coming to a definitive conclusion in his mind. 'I wouldn't have expected to learn in a school.' Draco gave Mello a look that would insult anyone's intelligence, a sneer adding life into his face. 'I'm thankful for the enlightenment.'

((Edited.))

[serrulata]

The unavoidable misfortune of the popcorn room called Kurama once again. And while he probably shouldn't even have been walking, two thousand years of stubbornness was hard to grow out of. Sure, he looked like he'd walked through the Blitz, but he wasn't about to let that keep him from harassing new students.

He lounged next to a sad-looking suit of armor, half-silhouetted by a wide window, and watched the re-arrival be pompous, a little smile on his face. He didn't even attempt to not loom.

[ahbrakedahbra]

Draco stared at the larger than life being, and stared some more. Eventually that stare adopted a degrading sneer and then he scoffed. 'Nice tail, half-breed.' Not to be too lenient with this new-comer, he palmed his wand. So far he had not met a lot of agreeable people, one thing he learned from that twerp blond brat, was to be prepared and strike first.

[serrulata]

Kurama's smile widened. "That sounds like detention talk to me, kiddo," he said, straightening. The kid's motion telegraphed to Kurama; definitely not an expert at slight of hand. He brought out his own wand in a blur of motion. He wouldn't attack - that would be bad manners - but he didn't want to collect any more injuries.

"Protego. You move your arm too much; long, diaphonous sleeves don't lend well to being sneaky." He showed teeth now, tilting his head slightly. "What on earth makes you think I'm a half-breed, mortal?"

[ahbrakedahbra]

Draco narrowed his eyes, smirking. Dropping all pretence he brandished his wand, pointing it at Kurama's heart. 'Salvio Hexia ... Protego Horribilis,' he muttered. There was a shimmer in the space around Draco, slight distortions as his protections spells against hexes and dark magic were conjured. 'That shield charm is child's play.' The mention of detention tipped Draco off to the possibility of facing off against a teacher, he smirked. 'I would have expected more from a professor, no back-bone half-breed? Just a ridiculous tail and fluffy ears? You inspire such fear, lapdog.'