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[of_badfaith]

Nearly a week on, and he could still feel that place under his skin. Shivering down the length of his spine. Three years on, and for the first time, he felt truly ready to put that place behind him. Be rid of it for good. After that brief moment of euphoria, having a wand back in his hand and control of himself for the first time in years, the

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[tricksthetreat]

She'd been wandering a lot, not really settling, just... getting used to the island and the layout. She needed to find a permanent place for her. Or more appropriately her and Zeke. She wasn't about to leave him in Ishiah's care if she could help it. Not that the older peri was incapable, he just... wasn't Zeke's family.

She was.

Trixa was further pondering her options as she wandered the coastline, no real goal in mind, and lost in her own thoughts. So distracted was she that she didn't notice the kid sitting on the beach until she was almost on top of him. Unsure what to do, she simply stood and watched for a moment.

[of_badfaith]

Swallowing down a healthy shot of the alcohol in his glass, he pretended he hadn't noticed her for a long while, his eyes watching the waves in front of him impassively, until finally he murmured, still without looking at her directly, "Are you going to stare all night, or do you have something to say?"

[tricksthetreat]

"Depends, do you need to talk?"

She moved closer and took a seat nearby, not so close as to crowd, but close enough to talk without shouting. Heavens knew as a bartender, she knew how to listen when it was needed and the kid looked like he could stand to talk about a few things.

"Or are you good just sharing your stories with the ocean? Which is nice, but she doesn't talk back very much."

[of_badfaith]

"I wasn't in a particularly sharing mood tonight," he drawled, turning to look at her, finally, and arching a brow. Even in the dark, she seemed unusual, a strange tint in her eyes he couldn't quite place from such a distance. A halfbreed, he decided. There was something comforting about that.

"Do you always offer a sympathetic ear to every stranger you meet on the beach? You really out not to be so indiscriminate."

[first_pink_lady]

Rizzo had never shied away from strangers, even morose-looking ones, but on the island it'd been taken to a whole new level. She never realized how much she'd miss the Pink Ladies or even the T-Birds until she was stuck on an island without them, and had to forge for her own damn self for the first time in years.

"Don't got a bottle of that tucked away somewhere, do ya?" Rizzo asked, hand on her hip as she stood in the sand looking down at him, winning smile out on her face.

[of_badfaith]

Arching a brow, Draco leaned back and grabbed the pilfered bottle from where he'd leaned it against a rock, hand-blown glass filled with smokey amber liquid quite obviously distilled on the island.

"I hope you're not expecting top-shelf," he muttered dryly, holding the bottle out to her with a vaguely appraising look.

[first_pink_lady]

"Honey, you've already exceeded what I'm used to by not pointing at your jeans and suggesting I go lookin'." Rizzo said lightly, easily accepting the bottle and tipping it bottoms up for a swig. It burned, but it was a familiar feeling and nothing she couldn't handle.

[of_badfaith]

"You assume I let just anyone go fumbling around in there," he drawled, arching a brow and watching her knock back the bottle like a pro.

"Save some for the rest of us, would you?"

[dreamily_luna]

Luna settles beside him, stretching out her legs on the sand. She's started to get a little more brown than she's ever been, and freckled besides. The island is leaving its mark on her, turning her blond hair almost white. "Where did you find that?" she marvels of the whiskey.

She too has been different since their time at home, no longer frightened of the dark, serene and secure.

[of_badfaith]

"There's a place, down the path," he said with a vague flip of his hand in that general direction, "I yelled at the Muggle behind the counter until he gave me the bottle and told me to get the fuck out," he added, in a fairly decent approximation of a mumbling, heavy-tongued American accent.

Reaching back, he produced the bottle from where he'd hidden it behind some rocks and handed it over. "It tastes like it was made in a dirty bathtub." That hadn't, surprisingly, stopped him from drinking it.

[dreamily_luna]

Laughing, she plucks the bottle from his hand and opens it, taking a slightly longer drink than one might expect from a girl her size. "Oh, it likely was. But that's part of the charm, you see."

Luna caps the bottle and glances sidelong at him. "Any reason for drinking bathwater tonight?"

[of_badfaith]

"I'm embracing my new station in life. Isn't it grand?" he drawled, his lips tilting into an even more obvious smirk of amusement.

Shrugging, with more honesty, he said, "I wanted a drink, and I wasn't in the mood to sit in a bar alone like all the other sad, miserable drunks, so I came out here."

[morethentheend]

It'd become something of a ritual for her. Violet would walk down to the beach where she'd buried the helmet that had come from home, and then would go for a swim in the middle of the night. It wasn't smart, but when you're seventeen not a lot of things are smart. That number (of smart things) gets even smaller when you realise that your family doesn't know you and/or is in another universe

[of_badfaith]

He'd watched the shape in the distance, bobbing in the waves, and at first, it could have been anything. Rim of his glass resting against his bottom lip, he arched a brow when it appeared to flail, and that blob suddenly took a much more human shape. The cry reached his ears and his eyes rolled upward, he sigh huffing out from his lips, and for a moment or two, he waited, certain someone else would take care of the problem. The island's own Harry bloody Potter, swooping in to save the day. But there was no one, only Draco Malfoy, and while there was a part of him that could easily let someone drown in front of his eyes and blame their own stupidity at being out there alone, he was on his feet reluctantly, kicking off his shoes and walking briskly toward the waves

[morethentheend]

Violet wasn't sure how she had ended up not breathing water (and then shortly thereafter not breathing at all), but it wasn't something that she had all that much interest in examining at the moment. She was far more enthralled with the prospects of breathing, to be honest.

She realised (after taking a breath or three, when the black spots were fading from her vision) that somebody had actually hauled her out of the ocean, and it was all she could do to cling to him, her cheek against his shoulder as she tried not to swallow any more water.

[of_badfaith]

Dragging them out onto the sand, he walked them a safe distance from the water's edge and then dumped her rather unceremoniously at his feet. Pushing both hands back through his hair, he dropped into a crouch beside her and slide a hand along her jaw, tipping her face up so that he could get a decent look at her. Deciding she didn't look too close to death, he let out an irritated snort, dropping back on his haunches and taking a moment to catch his own breath.

"Are you out of your mind? What on Earth were you doing out there at this time of night? You could've gotten us both killed!"