Comments | _draco_m_: Me, Pansy, and a bottle of bubbly by the shore.

_draco_m_

Me, Pansy, and a bottle of bubbly by the shore.

Sep 08, 2011 20:04

He wasn't really paying much attention to his classes and all that other rubbish, the usual goingons of the beginning of term. He was far too preoccupied for things of that nature ( Read more... )

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pureprincess_p September 9 2011, 00:40:35 UTC

Pansy was trying to stay awake on her rounds... it was a very blah kind of night. She was at least hoping to confiscate something interesting to keep her occupied, like some alcohol or a sparkler or some Weasel toys (not that she'd ever admit that.)

As she turned the corner, suddenly she saw a small light flying towards her. It piqued her attention, and she lit her wand brighter.

"Lumos maximo!" she whispered, which ended up being useful, for as the note approached Pansy, it shone brighter until it reached her hand-- then the light extinguished.

Using her wand, she read over the note. Thirteen minutes, really Draco? Luckily she wasn't too far from the dungeons. She would just have to stall a bit. Perhaps stop by the kitchens on her way down? Often Prefects could score a bit to eat or drink to keep awake.

_draco_m_ September 9 2011, 01:29:12 UTC

Draco descended the Potions staircase, flew through the dungeon corridor, and closely inspected the hall outside of the Advanced Potion's classroom. Upon further inspection he found himself alone, at least for the moment. His wand had been drawn this whole time and he took one last look up and down the strip before his closed the door of the classroom behind him at 12:55.

From his bag, he took out the book he had rented from the library, Shh Spells for Sordid Secrets, and started to ward to the room with silencing charms and other protective measures he'd bookmarked within as he waited for her.

pureprincess_p September 10 2011, 16:33:33 UTC

It was 12:59. Pansy could sense that there was magic afoot, and she wondered what Draco was up to in there. Silently fixing her hair, then uniform, she confidently approached the door and knocked quietly, twice. Not that it mattered, but she'd been knocking that way for years, and the two close friends knew these sorts of random facts. She knew Draco was expecting her, but the added consistency always helped.

_draco_m_ September 10 2011, 17:35:13 UTC

Never being daft enough to use a twoway silencing charm, he heard her knocking. But she wouldn't hear him if he were to say "come in," so he finished casting his Muffliato and opened the door to usher her in quietly, taking another look down the corridor and shutting the door behind them.

He was uncharacteristically dead serious with her, for a hard moment.

No one followed you, right?

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