Harry & Draco Log [UNFINISHED]
Who: Harry Potter & Draco Malfoy (closed to other players)
Where: The Gardens
When: Daytime
What: Harry and Draco first arrive in the city and meet up with each other.
Harry let the broom land and looked around with confusion. This certainly wasn't where he had originally been headed. In fact, he could swear he'd never even seen this place before. The flowers here were in full bloom, though it was the beginning of winter. The breeze was gentle, like the summer, and the trees offered shade that would be much-welcomed at some point.
What is this place?
He heard birds off in the distance of the trees, but there was something strange about the sound. Something almost... hollow. It sent a shiver up his spine for no apparent reason. He frowned, annoyed at himself for it. It didn't make any sense! They were just bloody birds, weren't they?
He looked up at the sky. Sure, it was nice here, but he did have to get back. It wouldn't do to be off-ground like this. Especially if someone like Snape found out first.
He tried to think if he'd done anything strange. He knew there hadn't been a Portkey or anything like that, but this was definitely somewhere new.
He decided he'd have a look around before trying to find his way back. Couldn't hurt, right?
All Draco knew was that he'd been headed towards the Owlery, a folded letter in hand, meant for speedy delievery to his father. Where the hell was he now? He was certain he must have taken a wrong turn somewhere, but usually a wrong turn around here meant you'd be finding yourself stuck in the forest or halfway up the path to Hogsmeade. And the weather? How had it changed so suddenly? Draco could feel the cloak he'd wrapped around himself beginning to practically cause him to sweat, and he frowned, tugging a bit at the collar. It almost felt like he was in a different place.
Slowly sliding the letter into one of the inner pockets of his cloak, Draco stopped walking, glancing around.
He suddenly wished he'd brought Crabbe and Goyle with him, or maybe Pansy. Being alone in a strange place was... unsettling. If someone was playing a joke on him, it was very intricate spellwork. Nothing that Mudblood could pull off, even if she was the "top of their class".
Draco snarled. A pity award, if you asked him. Umbridge had seen his talents. He knew someone would, eventually.
...Talents, he realized, he was going to need to put to use in order to get back to the castle. Even turning around to see where he'd come from didn't offer any familiarity.
Maybe there was someone else here who could point him in the right direction...
Harry pulled off his cloak, as the weather here really didn't call for it. He hated to have to lug it around, but he wasn't sure he could trust leaving it laying around. There was nothing for it - he'd have to carry it and the broom.
He decided to steer clear of the trees, though it was hard to say exactly why. Besides, the sun here was a welcome change from the rapidly dropping temperatures back at Hogwarts. Even if it was some bizarre spell, at least it was pleasant enough.
He headed towards the flower beds, figuring that was as good a place to go as any. He wasn't aching to get back to the biting cold, after all.
The pleasant feeling was short-lived.
He saw the other boy and recognized him on-site. So. It was Draco who was behind this. That knowledge took every bit of pleasantness right out of this. Damn him!
Harry straightened up and all but stormed over to Draco, hoping he looked as annoyed as he felt.
Draco caught the sight of movement out of the corner of his eye and turned, swiftly. It was Potter.
Putting on the best scowl he could (which wasn't too hard, much to Draco's delight), Draco stood there, waiting for Harry to come to him. He wouldn't bother meeting the boy halfway.
Still... had Harry done this? Was he really so powerful to create an entirely different world, or even an illusion of one? Draco's eyes seemed to narrow. He couldn't allow himself to believe that, but blaming Harry either way seemed to be a good way to go.
"Potter," he snarled, a way of introduction, completely devoid of any pleasantries.
Harry glared right back. If there was anyone on the entire planet easier to glare at than Draco Malfoy, Harry had yet to meet them.
He stopped about two feet away from the blonde boy and crossed his arms.
"Malfoy." He returned the "greeting" with as much contempt as he could muster - which was a decent amount, really.
It seemed absurd to think that Draco could have conjured up this much, but, well, if there was one thing Harry had learned it was that Draco was pretty unpredictable. Though it would have been more likely to think that Draco's father had done something this grand. Though, if Lucius Malfoy had been involved, Harry was pretty sure that Draco wouldn't be here.
But really, what other conclusion was there to jump to? Draco had to be involved in some way, or else why would he be here?
Draco watched Harry for a long time, his eyes skimming his forehead, tracing the boy's scar, millions of words running through his head, making up all sorts of nasty ways to reply.
"And just what the hell is all of this?" he asked, finally, going for a mixture of anger, annoyance, and pure confusion. It was a truthful representation of how he felt, that was for sure.
Really, though, he was almost suddenly interested. If that was Harry's doing, where had he learned it? Probably a member of the staff... he always kissed up to them and they always did things like teach him high-level magic and let him break the rules... Draco's fingers curled into fists at the thought. Potter got away with everything, just because the Dark Lord had offed his parents.
Harry's eyes narrowed a little bit. Who the hell did Draco think he was, looking at him like that!? He wanted to punch him, just because.
The question actually suprised him. "What do you mean!? I should ask you the same question, Malfoy."
The look on Malfoy's face was priceless. Harry found himself wishing that all this had actually been his own doing. It certainly would be worth it for that bizarre confused look. But really, he was just as confused. Hopefully he wasn't quite so readable.
Draco's gaze turned into one of pure annoyance. "Oh, don't play that innocent game with me, Potter. It might have worked on your old pet git, but you can't fool me." Draco smirked some. He'd remembered hearing about Harry's Occlumency lessons with Snape; about how terrible he was at blocking his thoughts. The art of reading another's mind might be interesting to pick up, if only so Draco could have such an open window into Harry's thoughts.
He wondered if Snape would teach him.
Harry's glare intesified again.
"Are you completely mental!? What in the bloody hell makes you think I have any idea what's going on? Tricking people is more up your alley than mine, Malfoy."
He knew Draco didn't know anything about Occlumency. And this really proved it, considering the way he was acting.
Where: The Gardens
When: Daytime
What: Harry and Draco first arrive in the city and meet up with each other.
Harry let the broom land and looked around with confusion. This certainly wasn't where he had originally been headed. In fact, he could swear he'd never even seen this place before. The flowers here were in full bloom, though it was the beginning of winter. The breeze was gentle, like the summer, and the trees offered shade that would be much-welcomed at some point.
What is this place?
He heard birds off in the distance of the trees, but there was something strange about the sound. Something almost... hollow. It sent a shiver up his spine for no apparent reason. He frowned, annoyed at himself for it. It didn't make any sense! They were just bloody birds, weren't they?
He looked up at the sky. Sure, it was nice here, but he did have to get back. It wouldn't do to be off-ground like this. Especially if someone like Snape found out first.
He tried to think if he'd done anything strange. He knew there hadn't been a Portkey or anything like that, but this was definitely somewhere new.
He decided he'd have a look around before trying to find his way back. Couldn't hurt, right?
All Draco knew was that he'd been headed towards the Owlery, a folded letter in hand, meant for speedy delievery to his father. Where the hell was he now? He was certain he must have taken a wrong turn somewhere, but usually a wrong turn around here meant you'd be finding yourself stuck in the forest or halfway up the path to Hogsmeade. And the weather? How had it changed so suddenly? Draco could feel the cloak he'd wrapped around himself beginning to practically cause him to sweat, and he frowned, tugging a bit at the collar. It almost felt like he was in a different place.
Slowly sliding the letter into one of the inner pockets of his cloak, Draco stopped walking, glancing around.
He suddenly wished he'd brought Crabbe and Goyle with him, or maybe Pansy. Being alone in a strange place was... unsettling. If someone was playing a joke on him, it was very intricate spellwork. Nothing that Mudblood could pull off, even if she was the "top of their class".
Draco snarled. A pity award, if you asked him. Umbridge had seen his talents. He knew someone would, eventually.
...Talents, he realized, he was going to need to put to use in order to get back to the castle. Even turning around to see where he'd come from didn't offer any familiarity.
Maybe there was someone else here who could point him in the right direction...
Harry pulled off his cloak, as the weather here really didn't call for it. He hated to have to lug it around, but he wasn't sure he could trust leaving it laying around. There was nothing for it - he'd have to carry it and the broom.
He decided to steer clear of the trees, though it was hard to say exactly why. Besides, the sun here was a welcome change from the rapidly dropping temperatures back at Hogwarts. Even if it was some bizarre spell, at least it was pleasant enough.
He headed towards the flower beds, figuring that was as good a place to go as any. He wasn't aching to get back to the biting cold, after all.
The pleasant feeling was short-lived.
He saw the other boy and recognized him on-site. So. It was Draco who was behind this. That knowledge took every bit of pleasantness right out of this. Damn him!
Harry straightened up and all but stormed over to Draco, hoping he looked as annoyed as he felt.
Draco caught the sight of movement out of the corner of his eye and turned, swiftly. It was Potter.
Putting on the best scowl he could (which wasn't too hard, much to Draco's delight), Draco stood there, waiting for Harry to come to him. He wouldn't bother meeting the boy halfway.
Still... had Harry done this? Was he really so powerful to create an entirely different world, or even an illusion of one? Draco's eyes seemed to narrow. He couldn't allow himself to believe that, but blaming Harry either way seemed to be a good way to go.
"Potter," he snarled, a way of introduction, completely devoid of any pleasantries.
Harry glared right back. If there was anyone on the entire planet easier to glare at than Draco Malfoy, Harry had yet to meet them.
He stopped about two feet away from the blonde boy and crossed his arms.
"Malfoy." He returned the "greeting" with as much contempt as he could muster - which was a decent amount, really.
It seemed absurd to think that Draco could have conjured up this much, but, well, if there was one thing Harry had learned it was that Draco was pretty unpredictable. Though it would have been more likely to think that Draco's father had done something this grand. Though, if Lucius Malfoy had been involved, Harry was pretty sure that Draco wouldn't be here.
But really, what other conclusion was there to jump to? Draco had to be involved in some way, or else why would he be here?
Draco watched Harry for a long time, his eyes skimming his forehead, tracing the boy's scar, millions of words running through his head, making up all sorts of nasty ways to reply.
"And just what the hell is all of this?" he asked, finally, going for a mixture of anger, annoyance, and pure confusion. It was a truthful representation of how he felt, that was for sure.
Really, though, he was almost suddenly interested. If that was Harry's doing, where had he learned it? Probably a member of the staff... he always kissed up to them and they always did things like teach him high-level magic and let him break the rules... Draco's fingers curled into fists at the thought. Potter got away with everything, just because the Dark Lord had offed his parents.
Harry's eyes narrowed a little bit. Who the hell did Draco think he was, looking at him like that!? He wanted to punch him, just because.
The question actually suprised him. "What do you mean!? I should ask you the same question, Malfoy."
The look on Malfoy's face was priceless. Harry found himself wishing that all this had actually been his own doing. It certainly would be worth it for that bizarre confused look. But really, he was just as confused. Hopefully he wasn't quite so readable.
Draco's gaze turned into one of pure annoyance. "Oh, don't play that innocent game with me, Potter. It might have worked on your old pet git, but you can't fool me." Draco smirked some. He'd remembered hearing about Harry's Occlumency lessons with Snape; about how terrible he was at blocking his thoughts. The art of reading another's mind might be interesting to pick up, if only so Draco could have such an open window into Harry's thoughts.
He wondered if Snape would teach him.
Harry's glare intesified again.
"Are you completely mental!? What in the bloody hell makes you think I have any idea what's going on? Tricking people is more up your alley than mine, Malfoy."
He knew Draco didn't know anything about Occlumency. And this really proved it, considering the way he was acting.