Draco Evolas

Tue, 10 Jul 2007 01:12:53 GMT

*a piece of paper folds itself before his eyes, concentrates on clamping down on the creases to make them sharp* *bend, crease, flatten, crease*

*it was getting stronger, though not sure if it's because he's around more people now so he's recognizing it more or if it's genuinely something new* *Blaise and Zach are easily identifiable, their presence suddenly humming on the edge of his mind, two different frequencies* *doesn't make a move, however, continues to make the crane*

Solo RP: 01/07, Narcissa's Grave, 1:13AM

Sun, 01 Jul 2007 06:58:25 GMT

*it's always night here, it seems* *even during the day, traces of the quiet and the darkness seems to stick to the headstones like molasses, unwilling to let even the sun burn off the last of it's presence*

Rather poetic thought, don't you think?

*stands in front of his mother's tomb, mentally generated gladiolas in his hand* *sets them down on top of the marble before descending down to the dirt, legs crossed before him*

So much has happened, I hardly know where to begin. I have to begin somewhere though... I must admit, the downside of actually being in contact with people again is that I can't talk as freely as I'm used to. *looks down, snickering a little* It's not as if I'd hear anything valuable in return.

*head turns then draws back to the name inscribed in the marble* I'm to see Remus Lupin of all people. The Order. *leaves it there- knows he's talking to himself so he hardly needs to explain what they are* *muses* The enemy.

*sucks in a deep breath* And I thought the last few years were a trial in patience. *rubs a hand over his face, covering his mouth* Which means I'm going to basically have to convince a load of people I can't stand that I'm not actually demonic spawn. Or terrified of my own shadow. Or whatever insane notion they've had boiling in their heads for the last ten years. *sighs* Bloody Gryffindors.

*draws his knees up and folds his arms over them, giving his head a pillow to rest upon* *realises that this is entirely his own fault- he could have been a little less acidic, a little less self-important, a little less...*

That's the problem, isn't it? Sure, if I hadn't been me things might have been easier. But who else am I supposed to be? *points at the gravestone* Don't answer that. *dryly, sarcastically* I don't think I can bear the answer.

*a little more seriously, considers the grave* I can't believe it's come to this. It just seems... *struggles with the explanation* ...I'm trading one bad decision for another. There going to be expecting me to scheme to my own ends and will plan accordingly. What real protection is afforded then? Sure, I will be scheming to my own ends... *sighs, always does that entirely too much here, like it belongs with the night* but that's not the point, is it? The point is, I've got to change their expectations. Show them something new but not forsaking what they've seen in the past.

*eyes roll up to the moonlit sky* *stares up at the moon for some time. the wind whistling by, strangely warm* *can almost hear something in it* *strains his ears, eyes narrowing as if that would help* *quietly, after a moment* Yes, yes. I know. *doesn't complete the statement, just nods to himself, eyes falling back down* Doesn't make it any easier.

*rubs the back of his neck and stands up* *exhales* *stares down quietly before venturing tentatively* I missed this. So much as I know you're gone... I missed this. *after another moment, sticks his hands in his pockets*

Wish me luck.

Fri, 08 Jun 2007 17:44:49 GMT

Who: Draco and Blaise
When: June 5th
Where: The Bolthole, Andorra
What: Alcohol-induced melancholy is infectious even on birthdays

Fine. Sure. Yes. Cake? Are we out of cake?

5 June: The Bolthole, nearish to 10pm

Tue, 05 Jun 2007 14:45:42 GMT

*knows things are getting bad when even his specs aren't helping him see any better* *world is wavy from too much alcohol* *is beginning to think that perhaps he's always run parallel to the ground and all thet upright perpendicular nonsense was just that-- nonsense*

*lies on the couch* *pulls off his tie- stupid thing really- and shoots it across the room at Blaise*

*knowledgeably* The rum was a bad idea.

Tue, 15 May 2007 02:57:55 GMT

Who: Draco and Ron
Where: Hogwarts Quidditch Pitch
When: Monday evening
What: Draco goes to set plans in motion and ends up setting up Ron

This is bad. This is really fucking bad, Malfoy. What'd the fuck you do to me?

RP: 14 May, Hogwarts Quidditch Pitch, evening

Sun, 13 May 2007 03:16:15 GMT

*has been looking for that idiot for some time; The Shrieking Shack's empty space produced nothing after about ten minutes of yelling; no sign of him at the Weasley compound* *Hogwarts is the last place he can think of, mildly worried that he's gone into a hiding place he doesn't know about*

*steps out onto the pitch, breathes a mild sigh of relief* *steps out onto the grass, feet going right through it, and looks up, watching Ron fly in sweeping curves*

*a pang of yearning, misses Quidditch more than most things*

*sucks it down and calls out loudly* OI!

Thu, 05 Apr 2007 02:31:27 GMT

Who: Draco and Blaise
When: Tuesday night
Where: The New Pad in Andorra
What: Draco is floored

Yes, it does have a certain air about it. Some place we could have been.

3 Apr: The Bolthole, Andorra, evening

Sun, 01 Apr 2007 21:32:39 GMT

*dresses himself up quite fine and slips his reading glasses into his pocket just in case* *dashes out to the cabinet in the kitchen and starts pulling out a few of the most recently brewed bottles- not his usual batch of medical potions but some rather offensive ones, ones with thin, easily breakable vials that would do very nasty things to a person*

*doesn't hurt to be prepared*

*pulls out his wand, spinning it neatly between his fingers as he puts water in his porridge pot and leaves it to soak while he's gone* *after a moment of debate, scribbles out a quick note should Snape stop by so he didn't panic*

*finally apparates directly into the Feld Townhouse and is immediately assaulted by Plimpy* *gives the house elf a sharp look*

Stop bouncing, you idiotic creature and go get Blaise!

Owl Post: Tracey Davis

Mon, 19 Mar 2007 01:57:42 GMT

To: Tracey Davis, wherever she may be, ~~alive or deceased~~ just as she is

Tracey,

Once in a green time a flower
Oh, fell in love with the sun.

Such fruit born is not meant to last, but for her time and her place, she was the sweetest thing on this Earth.

Happy Mother's Day.

Solo RP- 18 Mar, Narcissa Malfoy's Grave, early morning

Mon, 19 Mar 2007 01:31:16 GMT

*been at her grave the majority of the night* *the sun rises over the earth, spilling in the gaps of the trees, the gaps of the gravemarkers* *sits against the grave, legs stretched out, head resting against the marble*

*muses bleakly* Ah, the sun. Crawling at the edges, sneaking in through every space. I can sympathise. *the image of a cigarette comes to his fingers, takes a long drag on the piece of memory-- not actually having smoked since he was 16*

*admits* I've been quite weak as of late. *looks to the marker* Not in the cerebral sense, of course. But physically... I've been pleasure seeking. Poncing around with Blaise, doing all manner of things I probably shouldn't with Pansy... *huffs a bit of a chuckle* but nothing that I should be doing. *sighs* I still haven't found Greyback, which is disappointing to say the least. If I could just get near him once...

*smirk picks up* Yeah, I added a new ability to the tally. Tracking echo thing, basically splitting up and still staying... *searches for the word in the air* conscious through it? Focused? *brushes it off* Hurts something awful to do it- you can insert any quote about pain being worth it's price, I don't care which.

*sighs, tamping out the cigarette on the ground out of habit, passing his hand through the dirt*

Severus I think is to the point where he needs to throw all of his cards in with someone and I think his little hard-on for Remus Lupin tells which direction he's going to end up swinging. Logic would suggest that I too get a phoenix or whatever burned in my arm and sing praise be to Harry Potter and... *chuckles* I don't know, acid-wash my personality?

*looks up to the sky, the sun rising higher* I'm not sure which is worse: doing this alone, piece by piece, or doing this with the sodding Order and potentially getting sent to die for some useless Gryffindor simply because of likability. But I'm nearly positive both are better than any alternative. Pathetic really. *trails off*

*dismissively, rises*

But enough of that. It's Mother's Day and I've got my yearly act of contrition to bake. *pats the top of the headstone softly* I'll visit again soon. Hopefully with better news for Greengrass. *strokes the top of it gently and snaps back into his body*

Wed, 07 Mar 2007 03:11:31 GMT

Who: Draco and Severus
When: Saturday, 3 March
Where: Gosforth, Newcastle-Upon-Tyne
What: Draco feels guilty. A bit.

I would have expected you to have better taste than that.

Who: Draco and Pansy
When: Sunday, 4 March
Where: An inn, Inverness
What: They aren't exactly Romeo and Juliet.

Then I've got not only more self-control, but more intelligence than he does.

Fri, 02 Mar 2007 03:32:32 GMT

Who: Draco and Blaise
When: Thursday Evening
Where: London, in various locations
What: Lucky Blaise

Perhaps it's not the wine we should be drinking.

4 Mar: An Inn, Inverness, late afternoon

Thu, 01 Mar 2007 02:20:53 GMT

*triple checks the wards and his cockiness, making sure not to leave anything to chance* *tempted to have another draught of Felix Felitis and let the whole thing unfold without so much thought, but knows the dangers of getting addicted to that stuff*

*murmurs to himself as he adjusts a ward* If there is anything you shouldn't be, Draco, it's reckless. *squints as he notices there is writing on the beam of the lavish room of a different inn, one in Inverness* *snickers* *spells the words carved in so they read something different and jumps down from the chair, sending it back over to it's spot*

*makes a motion to check his pocketwatch* *unnecessary when suddenly there is the sound of a key in a door*

RP: 01 Mar, Zabini Townhouse, 11pm

Tue, 20 Feb 2007 03:32:32 GMT

*he didn't think it would work, couldn't imagine that if Blaise hadn't already reset the wards to keep him out, that he'd have done it in the last couple of months since Simon's death and his reappearance* *holds out a small glimmer of hope that the spells laid down when Adam was alive still hold true* *knows that Blaise is being a complete loser and doing paperwork on his birthday because he'd checked, two hours before to make sure that he wasn't having a dinner party*

*still, it makes him a bit wary* *imagines there isn't anything for it, grabs the small, neatly wrapped box and gives Apparition a whirl*

*and he's standing in the foyer with not so much as a crack* *looks about, allowing a small smile at his triumph* *only there a moment before he apparates straight into the study, punctuating his sudden appearance by spelling the study door shut and warding it extremely heavily* *whips back to look at Blaise*

*blasphemes with a smirk* Jesus Christ you're pathetic.

Origami Post: Pansy Parkinson

Thu, 15 Feb 2007 04:52:46 GMT

To: Pansy Parkinson

inserted in the belly of the crane is a miniscule, unassuming glass vial neatly labeled: Felix Felicis- you'll need it.

Dear Pansy,

I felt that considering our recent liaison, I'd be remiss in not continuing such well-deserved attentions.

I could say something about the commercialism involved in this holiday, or the rather gruesome origins thereof and I'm sure it would be relatively witty and wholly deprecating. I also happen to know two sonnets off the top of my head, and one of them is even appropriate, but hollow sentiment only serves ones motives to a point. I could even attempt to buy your affection with something quite expensive.

But, instead, I'll say something honest and believe that it will have the most merit (as honesty has certainly never been my best policy).

You're a different woman from when I left you. I can't deny that it intrigues me, probably more than is safe for either of us. But the more time progresses, the more my thoughts return to those differences and I'm not satisfied with my limited understanding of them. How have you grown?

When I was younger, I always took for granted that my opinions were the correct ones, however unfounded or borrowed they were. But now, with time and experience, I've learned that ill-conceived perceptions can be devastatingly deceiving. I'd like not to make that mistake again with you.

Oh, alright, get to know you mentally AND physically. You're gorgeous and I'm not dead. Let's be realistic.

Happy Valentine's Day,

Draco

3 Mar: Malfoy Flat, Gosforth, late afternoon

Tue, 13 Feb 2007 16:04:58 GMT

*twenty or so workbooks lie scattered on the floor, each with pages flipping* *picks up a book that's stopped and reads the paragraph with the highlighted word* *presses the tip of his wand to the book and then drags it, a small thread of green coloured magic trailing from the book, to another workbook* *both workbooks glow and the thread vanishes into the ether*

*sighs at his glorified librarian skills* *looks up at the knock on the door and sighs again- showtime*

*he couldn't not tell Severus- even if the tracking spells on his doors were a hoax, this was something that had future implications, this was a discussion a long time coming*

Come in.

Sun, 04 Feb 2007 18:54:20 GMT

Who: Draco and Daphne
When: This morning
Where: Narcissa's grave
What: An accord is made

Christ. You didn't used to be so goddamned touchy.

Sun, 04 Feb 2007 03:41:03 GMT

*sits on a headstone-- no one that he knows, but even if he did, figures they'd hardly care-- legs kicking, swinging a little through the granite* *looks up to the skies with a soft sort of look, relaxed but stoic*

I've thought about how we parted at our last meeting, Greengrass.

Sat, 03 Feb 2007 03:23:46 GMT

Who: Draco and Blaise
When: This evening
Where: Blaise's London Townhouse
What: Friendship is a tough thing

What happened to your ambition? You're pissing it away in real estate? Really? That's what keeps you going?

Draco and Blaise [complete]

Wed, 31 Jan 2007 15:37:27 GMT

*not sure what it was about his last meeting with Snape that's made him feel so edgy, but it's made his flat seem almost... unbearable: not as bad as the first couple of month's he'd been there, but still surprisingly disturbing*

*has no idea if Blaise is at the London townhouse, but it's the first place he thinks of to go* *snickers a little bit when he appears, sliding effortlessly into Blaise's wavelength, a snicker on is lips*

Wine again?

Wed, 31 Jan 2007 05:41:41 GMT

Who: Draco and Pansy
Where: Her flat
When: This evening
What: It's been a long time

You left me to fend for myself with them.

28 Jan: Gosforth, Newcastle-Upon-Tyne, late evening

Mon, 29 Jan 2007 03:07:50 GMT

*checks his watch again, wondering when the hell Severus is going to arrive* *tosses a grape into the air and catches it neatly in his mouth as he listens to a radio-drama on the wireless*

*turns the next grape over with his fingertips, spinning it on his fingertip before letting it fall into his palm* *ponders what could this possibly be all about*

*looks up when the knock comes at the door* *calls out*

Busy day?

29 Jan: Pansy and Daphne's flat, late evening

Mon, 22 Jan 2007 05:08:08 GMT

*the last effects of the echo-location he'd pulled are finally out of his system, the world no longer rocking about in his head, the nausea gone, the blood...* *stretches his arms over his shoulders, two quick pops relaxing the tension out of them before laying down*

*opens his eyes and he's outside Daphne and Pansy's apartment* *breezes through the wards easily enough into the sitting room* *makes his move down the corridor towards Pansy's room, or at least the room he'd seen her in last* *decides to poke in quickly into Daphne's room to see if she's there, mildly relieved when he finds her bedroom empty* *abandons that space, pushing back through the corridor and then into Pansy's room*

Solo RP- 14 Jan: Malfoy Flat, Gosforth, Newcastle; afternoon

Sun, 14 Jan 2007 21:54:29 GMT

*lies on his couch, stretched out leisurely, notebooks stacked up messily on the floor next to him* *listens half-heartedly to the replay of the Ballycastle-Kenmare match, miniatures of the players swooping and dipping in the beam of light shooting up from the modeler on the coffee table*

...Troy's hit, the quaffle shoots out of his arms, Morganwy recovers, Morganwy to Clay, Clay to Morganwy, Moran's coming to cut him off and an EXCELLENT backwards give to Clay, shoots-- bells it cleanly through the left post! Bats up 40 naught...

*the diagram Draco ponders over looks more like chemistry than magic-- two atoms circled by concentric rings, directional arrows indicating spins absentmindedly sketched, then resketched, then resketched again, what looks to be attempts at triangulation scratched out* *the end of the quill taps rhythmically over his lips*

*curses under his breath* I can't just play hot and cold again, I ran out of time... *looks back at the triangulation drawing, hoping something new will spring to mind* *crosses it out again angrily when nothing comes again, breaking the end of the quill in his voracity* *throws it in disgust and closes the book, throwing it across the room* *groans in frustration, rising* *stalks into the kitchen, throwing open the cupboard and pulling out a small tin of almond biscuits and fishing out a glass of milk* *leans against the counter and dips the crunchy biscuit in milk* *sucks the milk out of it before letting the biscuit crumble to pieces in his mouth*

You've got one last chance at this before the deal is done and that haughty cow goes back under Potter's skirts. *more biscuit, more milk* You've got sod-all save for the books! You need some bloody *crunch* leverage.

*finished the biscuit and huffs a sigh, looking over at the clock-- still a few hours until he should lay off the food* *reaches for another biscuit, dipping it in, glaring down at his milk* *it was frustrating as hell- it had to be like everything else; if he could just think his way around this properly, he could do it, he could track her back and then the balance would be tipped just that much...*

*watches a piece of his biscuit drop into his milk* *watches the ripples carry through the milk as the cookie sinks to the bottom* *bites the biscuit slowly, triangles becoming circles in his head... spreading... bats...?*

*mouthful of almond, still looking into his milk* *surprise and dread in his tone* Fuck. *mouth twists into a frown, it's such a good idea...* *upends his milk, letting it splash onto the floor, watching it radiate, then bounce off the center island back towards the spot of impact*

*moves off the island to open a different cupboard, the shelves lined with small potion flasks, capped with specific colours in impeccably neat rows* *pulls one with a blue top down, checking the expiration date on it* *slips it into his pocket* *pulls out his wand and taps the drawer directly beneath the potions cupboard four times* *opens it, removing a glass phial with one gleaming, hollow needle, soaking in alcohol*

*quotes* 'The pain of the mind is worse than the pain of the body.' But then, 'We must embrace pain and burn it as fuel for our journey.' *mild sigh, murmurs* Thank you Syrus and Kenji. *adds that to his pocket*

*goes back to the couch, notebook soaring straight to his hand, snatching a new quill from the coffee table* *where the triangle once was, starts to draw circles*

Wed, 13 Dec 2006 04:06:50 GMT

It's not an owl, but a folded paper crane, a little wet, but not too bad off-- it's trackable, but to a false location

Greengrass

You know where.

I won't wait long.