For Lettie

[mm_danii]

He sat outside, his mood strange enough to have him smoking a cigarette instead of simply watching the smoke. Above him, the stars hardly noticed the difference but that didn't stop him from trying different ways of getting their attention, going for loooooong slow clouds of smoke, short ones like little balloons in the air. The rings came out as

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[blackest_malfoy]

And lo, did a witch land neatly with her broom. She was decidedly more blond than the one he'd probably been used to seeing, though...but perhaps not much nicer.

"Hmph," Narcissa huffed, noting that this was certainly not the spot she'd taken off from, "again."

[not_broomboy]

He wouldn't say he was used to others on brooms, but he was used to the idea that this was rather normal for people and so there was very little change in him, really. He just stopped blowing out the smoke.

"You could leave," he pointed out in reply, unworried and unbothered, "again."

[blackest_malfoy]

"If this is like the other place, then no," she managed to look only mildly irritated, "I cannot."

She tucked the broom neatly under her arm and turned to him, scrutinizing. Would he have useful information?

[not_broomboy]

A broom sat next to him as well, though his had seen harder times. The ends were singed, but there was new growth on the broom, green in the brush and buds on the handle.

"Then you haven't been here before?"