Comments | post_bellum: RP: A Dragon's Retort

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RP: A Dragon's Retort

May 07, 2009 17:10

Characters: Draco Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy
Location: Draco's flat
Date: 7 May 2000, evening
Status/Warning: Private/probably language
Summary: Draco needs to tell Lucius a couple of things Lucius is not going to be happy to hear.
Completion: Complete.

( Now, I am a dragon. Please listen to me//For I'm misunderstood to a dreadful degree )

place: residence, 2000 05, complete, draco malfoy, lucius malfoy

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pb_lucius May 9 2009, 23:40:48 UTC

Lucius had decided to use the Floo when he visited Draco; if his son's news turned out to be bad, Lucius would rather that nobody saw him visiting the flat. The last thing he wanted was anyone prying into the family's business should he and Draco argue again.

Unfortunately, Lucius' decision to travel by Floo did present another issue, namely whether Draco's fireplace would let him in. Thankfully there was an easy way to find out, even if it was hardly ideal.

Lucius threw a handful of Floo powder into the fireplace in his study and -- despite how much he hated doing it -- stuck his head into the fire.

"Draco?"

pb_draco May 10 2009, 01:59:55 UTC

Draco set his ashtray and book aside, then stood, adjusting his robes just so. As much as he'd taken to wearing more relaxed clothing at home and around Granger, for this visit, he needed the armor of wizarding robes, even if his ancestors would consider his recent actions close enough to blasphemy that they'd feel he didn't deserve the name of wizard. Every little reminder helped.

Draco touched the watch and otter charm tucked in a pocket of his robes, and called over his shoulder as he poured two glasses of brandy. "Come on through, Lu--Father. We're alone."

pb_lucius May 10 2009, 02:15:30 UTC

Hopefully it was merely habit that made Draco start to call Lucius by his first name, Lucius thought as he stepped through the fireplace and into Draco's flat. He dusted off his robes, trying not to think about how much he disliked travelling by Floo. The first thing Lucius noticed -- though he immediately wished he hadn't -- was the portrait of his son and the Granger girl. Clearly all that would still take a lot of getting used to, so Lucius focused his attention on the brandy instead - at least Draco had provided alcohol, but that was hardly a good sign.

"Good afternoon, Draco," Lucius said, noting his son's robes. At least he still dresses like a wizard, he thought. "Are you well?"

pb_draco May 10 2009, 03:15:32 UTC

Draco set a brandy on the low table between the two sofas and reclaimed his seat, putting his back to the wall. He was half-convinced that if Lucius decided to react in anger, his father would choose a moment when his back was turned to do it, and Draco didn't want to give that chance. Almost unable to help himself, he checked the room for any small and throwable objects, but he didn't keep paperweights and the potions lab was closed up. The only thing Lucius could hurl at him was the pot of violets on the mantle, and Granger would raise holy hell if anything happened to her flowers. Draco smiled to himself, picturing that. Fiery little lioness ( ... )

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