- Ciel Phantomhive -£- 006

[dealwithademon]

Who: Draco Malfoy, Ciel Phantomhive, open to anyone who lives w/ Draco?
Where: The chapel where Draco lives
Style: Third to start, but whichever Momo prefers
Status: Semi-Closed
WARNINGS Wizards? XD

Comments

I love that wizards is a warning. |3b

[mudbloodhater]

Draco answered the door rather quickly after the knock, though the door was indeed open. He had only a faint smirk to offer at the state of Ciel's dress - certainly was it was better than before, but not by much. Draco was half-tempted to fix it for the young earl, but that was a bit too much for him. Instead, he smirked slightly and motioned Ciel inside. "Glad to see you could find it on your own."

The chapel itself was relatively normal, as far as things went; it was virtually the same as any sort of regular house, with a bit of a churchy flair. It wasn't Draco's first choice of home, but it was certainly nothing to complain about. As the blond led the way into the main living area, his wand remained held in one hand, ready and willing to show off yet again. Because truth be told, he was very much showing off.

It SHOULD be. They're sneaky, they are. : P

[dealwithademon]

Ciel frowned just a little at Draco's greeting, but he stepped inside none-the-less. The subtle implication that he was incapable of handling himself without Sebastian's aid did not got unnoticed. Or, perhaps, he was only projecting that onto himself. "Espoir's not so difficult to navigate."

To Ciel, Draco's 'wand' looked more like a stick. Just a plain old stick, no way to could have been rigged to shoot sparks, or smoke. Interesting. Afetr he made a point of seemign more interested in the walls than Draco's potential for magic he finally tunred to the older youth, crossed his arms, and planted his feet, leaning against the nearest piece of furniture.

"Well, then. What can you do?"

Super sneaky. Those bastards. Always sneakin' up on stuff.

[mudbloodhater]

"Well, I'm glad. I wasn't positive, as we are somewhat out of the way..." Draco trailed off, letting Ciel believe what he liked. He knew well enough that the implications wouldn't have gone unnoticed, and that they were, in fact, likely stewing away pleasantly in Ciel's mind. Job now complete.

He twirled the aforementioned 'stick' - 'magic stick' to some, which was a step above 'stick', and thereby appreciated that much more - about his fingers as he thought on precisely how to demonstrate his abilities. Flicking the wand towards Ciel, and murmuring the barest of spells, he watched with vague amusement as the earl began to rise off the ground. So much for his planted feet.

SEE! Doin' things like THAT!

[dealwithademon]

The earl gave Draco a rather confused look, his one visible eyebrow drawing downward. Okay, so now he was pointing the stick at him but nothing was happening.

Or at least, he didn't think anything was happening. That is until the floor beneath him was suddenly less stable, and his everything was suddenly less rooted down. He found himself tilting, stumbling, and then he was tripping-- in mid air. He was floating!

"H-how did you-- for the love of-- Put me down!"