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RP: Of all the selfish acts that I have performed...

Apr 13, 2008 23:45

Date: Saturday, November 13, 1998
Characters: Draco Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy
Location: Malfoy Manor
Status: Private
Summary: Draco visits his father
Completion: Incomplete

Draco brushed down his robes one last time, and eyed himself critically in the mirror. He wasn't sure he'd ever feel as though he were ready for the critical eye of his father, and yet he ( Read more... )

place: malfoy manor, november 1998, draco malfoy, lucius malfoy

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rar_lucius April 14 2008, 20:36:19 UTC

It had been a long day of writing out letters to prospective sellers on the continent and rearranging rows of numbers to figure out how much of an investment this shop would be when he opened ( ... )

rar_draco April 14 2008, 21:01:43 UTC

"Never late," he told him, "As I've been taught." He moved over to the french doors and looked out into the black garden, sighing. This was going to be an interesting conversation. He wasn't looking forward to it in the slightest.

It was uncomfortable, waiting for his father, feeling like a child, or a guest. One of the two, and he wasn't sure which. It felt strange... He sighed, folding his arms, and dropped his head against the cold window, letting the chill sink into his skin to revitalise him.

rar_lucius April 14 2008, 21:20:46 UTC

Lucius joined his son at the doors. "It's beautiful, isn't it? Without the Dark Lord destroying everything in his path, the grounds have begun to restore themselves."

He moved over to one of the chairs and sat, then pulled off his glasses and set them on the table beside him. "So, how are you doing? Life in Hogsmeade is... good these days?"

rar_draco April 14 2008, 21:40:07 UTC

"It is barren, as things always appear in winter. Cold and underwhelming. The death of the flowers is something I find necessary, but lacking in beauty, and so I cannot share your optimism." He glanced towards his father, briefly, then moved away, sitting down opposite him.

"Life in Hogsmeade is comfortable, but I long to return home. Not yet is my taste of freedom so tainted as to bring me home yet, however. I wish to finish my studies." He looked down, studying his hands.

"You're looking well," he said, after a moment.

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