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Date Posted: 01:03:09 06/16/02 Sun
Author: Draco Malfoy
Subject: Re: .:: This isn't real, I'm not mechanical ::.
In reply to: Claire Rieera 's message, ".:: Forgotten tragedy, it only rains on me ::." on 17:50:00 06/15/02 Sat

((OOC: Perhaps we could merge the posts into one thread and all three characters interact somehow? Just a suggestion to solve the problem. And as for what follows in this post, know that it's not Claire's fault, really; Draco's just moodier than usual on this particular 'day', and it's a combo of random happenings. He's momentarily being pissy with everyone.))

.:: The voice startled him out of his reverie, and to show as much, his apex snapped up, cold azure optics meeting with that of the deeper, brown hue. He nearly recoiled at having discovered someone so near to him without him noticing, but minding his pride while in public, he had the good sense to merely narrow those very same eyes at her, as if questioning her reasons for attempting conversation at all.

As his gaze stayed fixated upon her, his trim weight was shifted between his feet, the rustling of pant legs being one of the formulated reactions to such, and slowly lowered his appendage that was adjoined to his now injured hand. Closer scrutinisation did reveal to him that this was the form of someone from Hogwarts, from the Slytherin house, but the greeting... it was haunting, as bad as a taunt, and for this reason, it seemed he simply couldn't have it; the visage of alabaster-like flesh contorted with torrents of emotions unreadable, and what finally left the confines of his soul was his desired reaction. To push his acquaintance away. He was sick of being burned.

"I'm doing just fucking dandy," he began, drawling acidicly, with an edge sharp and ironic enough to slice his own tongue. "In fact, I'm so thrilled, I may begin frolicing around the library at any given moment."

He couldn't place it, but all his instincts told him not to reacquaint himself with the pain that was now the past, that was now Hogwarts; besides, recent endeavours in attempting social efforts here had scorned him. He chose this as the means for doing just that. What could the girl have expected of him? ::.

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