I have to do this, don't you see?

[of_badfaith]

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[alethioliar]

"It's a public loo," Lyra retorted without looking up from the task of jiggling a set of old batteries back into the anbaric torch she'd found, her snappy tone purely reflexive, a conditioned response to Draco's usual indignation. "Bugger," she grumped when the light still failed to switch on. Oh well - looks like she'd have to go spelunking in the dark then.

She sighed and looked up then, her mouth moving before her eyes could catch up. "So what is it this time?" And then, not a second later, "Oh! Oh, no. Oh, Draco," her frown drawn tight.

Pan crept warily down from his perch on her shoulder and waited instead on porcelain for the other shoe to drop.

[of_badfaith]

"Don't talk to me like that," he snarled, whirling around to face her, seemingly unaware of his flushed cheeks. He couldn't stand it -- the sympathy in her voice. Couldn't bloody stand it, and he wished, more than ever, that she would just leave him alone.

"It's nothing! It's none of your damn business."

[alethioliar]

Lyra didn't wince visibly, but her muscles coiled on pure instinct. For as long as she'd known him, Draco Malfoy had been all bark, no bite.

It was only to be expected that the sudden show of fangs would startle her. Pan bristled considerably. "Don't you talk to me like that!" she growled right back, weight shifting from foot to foot. "Everything you do is my damned business," she lifted her chin, "whether you like it or not, I'll find out one way or another."

[of_badfaith]

He barked out a laugh, then. He couldn't help it. It was all so ridiculous.

"Are you out of your mind? Who do you think you are?" he demanded, looming over her. He'd sprung up around sixth year, and surprisingly, when he wasn't sniveling like a fool, he cut a rather impressive figure.

[loaded_wolf]

It was Gavin who led her there. Angua merely cocked an eyebrow at Draco's outburst.

"It's not like I caught you with your pants down," she started to say, but his eyes looked an awful lot like he'd been crying. "Oh dear, Draco, has something happened?"

[of_badfaith]

"No, nothing's happened," he drawled, sounding bored with the entire conversation already, even as he attempted to discretely wipe the moisture from his eyes. "Hasn't anyone ever told you not to stick your nose into other people's business?"

[loaded_wolf]

"Oh, probably. It doesn't mean I have to listen," Angua said, sidling closer. "Come now, something has to be the matter, you're obviously riled."

[of_badfaith]

"I hate this place," he seethed, but it was more than his usual childish petulance. He really was rattled this time, and it only figured she'd be around to witness it.

"I was given a gift." The necklace twinkled up at him, tauntingly.

[dreamily_luna]

"Why yes," says Luna, who as his roommate, is hardly unused to being roared towards. In fact, she is often more concerned when he is quiet. "I do know how." Because he's so often not inclined to listen to her, she demonstrates, and then comes over to look at what's got him so upset.

"This looks familiar."

[of_badfaith]

He considered, for a brief moment, suggesting she take it for herself, just to see once and for all if the curse still held. Do it, Draco, a little voice said, and it was with a bit of disappointment that he told the voice to bugger off.

"Don't touch it," he warned, sounding more than a bit surprised at himself. Clearly, he was losing his mind.

[dreamily_luna]

"You know, I heard some very interesting stories about what happened to Katie Bell in my fifth year," Luna says, without upset. "It's funny, I think. People don't expect Ravenclaws to talk like that, but everyone loves to gossip. I'm not very good at it. I always seem to bring up information nobody else is interested in."

She peers into the sink a bit harder. "Do you want to get rid of it?"

[of_badfaith]

"Do you ever stop talking?" he demanded, his hands curling to fists against the counter top. "I don't know. Just let me think a moment, would you?"

It wasn't a request. If she didn't shut up, he'd make her... Or, more likely, he'd complain at her until she hopefully went away.

Fat chance of that ever happening.

[giftless]

Edmund froze in the doorway, unprepared for such a greeting. Any greeting, really. His expression immediately fell into a indignant frown.

"It's a public loo," he shot back, with much less volume. "Don't you know how to control yourself?"

[of_badfaith]

"Right. As are the half a dozen others scattered about this wretched place. Go find another," he suggested without missing a beat, his eyes narrowing at the fool boy in the mirror, just daring him to argue.

He didn't have time for this. As soon as he could, he would have to put in a request for a private bathroom of his own. This was simply ridiculous.

[giftless]

"Why don't you go find another?" It wasn't that Edmund wanted to start a fight, but he didn't take well to being talked down to. He wasn't one to think utterly rationally in those circumstances. "Or are you naming yourself King of the Loos?" Idiot.

[of_badfaith]

This had him turning around and looking at the boy eye to eye for the first time. "Well, I was here first or have you already forgotten?"

Cretin.