ᴰᴿᴬᶜᴼ ᴹᴬᴸᶠᴼᵞ

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[ᴰᴿᴬᶜᴼ ᴹᴬᴸᶠᴼᵞ @BombasticBlond]

𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝐼'𝓂 𝒸𝒶𝓅𝒶𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝑜𝒻.

-ʜᴀʀʀʏ ᴘᴏᴛᴛᴇʀ ʀᴘ
-ʏᴇᴀʀ 6
-ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴠᴇ
-ɴᴏ ʟᴇᴡᴅ
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-#ŋɛƈཞơɱąŋƈɛཞ

[ᴰᴿᴬᶜᴼ ᴹᴬᴸᶠᴼᵞ @BombasticBlond]

@importunusfacio Draco’s brows scrunched together at the reply, thrown off. This was one of the pranksters though, wasn’t it? A Weasley wouldn’t show concern for him unless it was a joke.

“Very funny,” he mused with a scowl, gaze flickering about to determine his best route of escape.

[ᴰᴿᴬᶜᴼ ᴹᴬᴸᶠᴼᵞ @BombasticBlond]

𝑔𝒾𝒻 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒻𝑜𝓇 @importunusfacio

[ᴰᴿᴬᶜᴼ ᴹᴬᴸᶠᴼᵞ @BombasticBlond]

@BabyBluDan in it nearly impossible.

[ᴰᴿᴬᶜᴼ ᴹᴬᴸᶠᴼᵞ @BombasticBlond]

[Starter for @BabyBluDan]

Draco was panicking— though he couldn’t think of a time this year when he wasn’t. He had to get this right, and he was running out of time.

Just one more trip to the Vanishing Cabinet, he had a good feeling about this one. He was walking quickly,—

[ᴰᴿᴬᶜᴼ ᴹᴬᴸᶠᴼᵞ @BombasticBlond]

@BabyBluDan Draco tensed the moment he saw the familiar room, not sure how to convince the boy not to go in other than— “I doubt it. Why would he want to go in there?”

But that wasn’t very convincing was it? It was Peeves, hiding a book, and this was a messy room that made finding things—

[ᴰᴿᴬᶜᴼ ᴹᴬᴸᶠᴼᵞ @BombasticBlond]

@importunusfacio Weasley,” he replied, venom laced in his tone.

[ᴰᴿᴬᶜᴼ ᴹᴬᴸᶠᴼᵞ @BombasticBlond]

@importunusfacio Draco startled as the tall Gryffindor cut him off, nearly running into him in his hurry.

Probably one of the last people he would expect to be paying him any attention, and that made the interruption all the more annoying.

“I don’t see how that���s ᴀɴʏ of your business,—

[ᴰᴿᴬᶜᴼ ᴹᴬᴸᶠᴼᵞ @BombasticBlond]

ᴸᴵᴷᴱ fσr α gíf ѕtαrtєr
ᴿᵀ fσr вαntєr
ᴰᴹ tσ plσt

[ᴰᴿᴬᶜᴼ ᴹᴬᴸᶠᴼᵞ @BombasticBlond]

@BabyBluDan where the Vanishing Cabinet was. That’s how the room worked, wasn’t it?

[ᴰᴿᴬᶜᴼ ᴹᴬᴸᶠ���ᵞ @BombasticBlond]

@BabyBluDan him. Draco’s brows furrows as he heard a slight, familiar crumble sound from behind them.

He spun around and his brows raised. Well that was where /he/ wanted to go, but not with this boy with him. Then again, it might be a room where the book was being held, separate from—

[ᴰᴿᴬᶜᴼ ᴹᴬᴸᶠᴼᵞ @BombasticBlond]

@BabyBluDan and then you let me go back to what I was doing, no questions and no more bothering me. Got it?” The weight had slipped slightly from his words, but he still didn’t sound like someone you wanted to upset.

[ᴰᴿᴬᶜᴼ ᴹᴬᴸᶠᴼᵞ @BombasticBlond]

@BabyBluDan the urge to rub his temples before he nodded slightly. He didn’t make eye contact for long, only enough to address the issue and then look towards his legs to follow him. He didn’t want to connect with him. He was just eager to avoid his problems.

“Alright. We find your book—

[ᴰᴿᴬᶜᴼ ᴹᴬᴸᶠᴼᵞ @BombasticBlond]

@BabyBluDan And yet... he still didn’t move to go. Maybe the boy had an odd hold over him, maybe his hidden morals were fighting his objective so hard he was using this boy as an excuse to avoid the dark fate that awaited him.

[ᴰᴿᴬᶜᴼ ᴹᴬᴸᶠᴼᵞ @BombasticBlond]

@BabyBluDan Draco could already feel the headache forming as the Hufflepuff realized the book wasn’t his. He simply stared at the outstretched text— why would he take it back? It wasn’t his either.

“Why is that /my/ problem? I have somewhere to be,” he replied, venom laced in his tone.—

[ᴰᴿᴬᶜᴼ ᴹᴬᴸᶠᴼᵞ @BombasticBlond]

@BabyBluDan the book. Two steps forward and he held it out to the Hufflepuff, his gaze burning with annoyance and urgency.

“Here’s your stupid book.”

[ᴰᴿᴬᶜᴼ ᴹᴬᴸᶠᴼᵞ @BombasticBlond]

@BabyBluDan After a few moments of silence, Peeves popped into vision in front of Draco, blew a raspberry at him, and dropped the book on his head before disappearing again.

Draco cursed under his breath and quickly fixed his hair and straightened his robes before bending over to retrieve—