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Week Name/Date/Time: 'Promises and Plans' / Sunday, October 9th / 10 p.m.
Location: Slytherin Common Room
Open To: Audrey
Currently Involving: Preston
Preston couldn't sleep. It wasn't often that such a thoughtless mind was plagued with restlessness, so it was quite surprising for him to be slumped in a chair in the common room. He sighed, staring at the fire as he nibbled on his thumbnail.
Today had been quite an exciting day; the arrival of Lucius Malfoy had absolutely made his week -- hell, maybe even year -- but it had also caused him to be quite anxious. After all, he had instructed him that he would be escorting him to various locations of the castle, as would Emilia. It had been incredible to be chosen like that, but at the same time?
He was incredibly nervous.
Lucius Malfoy was everything that Preston wished to emulate. Him, along with Preston's own father, were what he considered to be the epitome of power. The Dark Lord, too, of course, but none could ever hope to live up to that. He had to settle for what he felt was the step below.
He was finally deciding that he would simply be everything his father had taught him to be -- charming, personable, eager to learn from someone more experienced. After all, he knew the Malfoy family through Pureblood connections, and so Mr. Malfoy did at least know where Preston's loyalties lie. That was, perhaps, the very reason he'd handchosen him for escorting, anyway. So. That was it. Just be himself.
But why was he still wide awake?!
CLOSED!
Location: Slytherin Common Room
Open To: Audrey
Currently Involving: Preston
Preston couldn't sleep. It wasn't often that such a thoughtless mind was plagued with restlessness, so it was quite surprising for him to be slumped in a chair in the common room. He sighed, staring at the fire as he nibbled on his thumbnail.
Today had been quite an exciting day; the arrival of Lucius Malfoy had absolutely made his week -- hell, maybe even year -- but it had also caused him to be quite anxious. After all, he had instructed him that he would be escorting him to various locations of the castle, as would Emilia. It had been incredible to be chosen like that, but at the same time?
He was incredibly nervous.
Lucius Malfoy was everything that Preston wished to emulate. Him, along with Preston's own father, were what he considered to be the epitome of power. The Dark Lord, too, of course, but none could ever hope to live up to that. He had to settle for what he felt was the step below.
He was finally deciding that he would simply be everything his father had taught him to be -- charming, personable, eager to learn from someone more experienced. After all, he knew the Malfoy family through Pureblood connections, and so Mr. Malfoy did at least know where Preston's loyalties lie. That was, perhaps, the very reason he'd handchosen him for escorting, anyway. So. That was it. Just be himself.
But why was he still wide awake?!
CLOSED!