Draco's Unpopping! Open RP...

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When Draco woke up his first thought was that he'd fallen asleep in the Room of Requirement again, and that he'd rather die or be turned back into a ferret or re-sorted into Hufflepuff than have to look at that stupid vanishing cabinet any more.

Well. Maybe not the Hufflepuff bit.

Then he remembered that Dumbledore was dead, and he wasn't sure whether to be relieved or terrified. He hadn't done it. The Dark Lord... his parents...

Then he opened his eyes and realised that he'd gone mad, because he was in a room full of giant popcorn kernels lovingly kept in glass cases like they were treasured heirlooms. Also he tasted of salt and smelled weird.

This is what happened when they told sixteen-year-old boys to kill powerful wizards on the pain of death, Draco told himself as he struggled to his feet. They went mental. They started hallucinating. Or maybe the Dark Lord had found out that Snape had been the one to kill Dumbledore, and he'd set Bellatrix on him because let's face it, being a failed Death Eater was MUCH more important than being someone's NEPHEW, and now he was disowned and sharing a ward with those idiot Longbottoms. That pretty much seemed like the only way Draco's life could get any worse.

With a frustrated snarl, he headed for the door.

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Draco stares at Maia like he's never seen anything so brilliant in his life.

"God, I know EXACTLY what you mean. People who think that everything that resolves around them, that everything they do is exactly right and who get ALL the breaks but keep on going on about how sodding HARD it is to be everyone's little twerpy hero. And everyone falls for it! Everyone thinks they're something special when they're NOT, they're just a stupid whiny git with bad hair and a disfigured forehead!"

He takes deep breaths and unclenches his fists.

"If you get hold of a boggart, you could find out what she fears most," Draco adds once he's a bit calmer. "Then try and get it to come true, or even just replicate it. I did that once." Okay, so it hadn't worked out for the best. But how was he supposed to know that Potter could summon DEMON STAGS? For a thirteen year old, Draco felt he'd done pretty well!

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Maia was enjoying the stares. And now it's her turn to gaze at him, eyes shining.

'That's...brilliant!' Instinctively, she knows Mel fears being alone; get her in a dark room, lock her there, take away her tags so she can't beam out, surround it with Dark vibes so she can't get away...

'They've got no idea what it's like in the real world,' Maia agrees contemptuously. 'Where there are consequences for your actions...no, she's Michael's bloody pet, he'd never expell her...she got everything, the guy, the friends, the place in her shiny twinkly world, and what did I get? Sulphur and brimstone.'

She bites her lip, and looks appraisingly Draco's way again. 'Beyond me why you haven't turned up sooner. It seems Hogwarts needs you.'

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"Micheal's the name of your headmaster?" That ruled out the girl being a student of Drumstrang of Beauxbatons, then. Draco feels a little disappointed; bloody typical, that a girl who Finally Understands would be a mudblood. "Potter was utterly babied as well. God, the things he did..." He tugs his shirt down a little, exposing part of a rather nasty-looking scar running down his chest. "Sliced me open right in the middle of school, and got bloody detention for it. Detention!"

Draco's list of Potter's wrongs is extensive, but the novelty of Maia's compliment stops him from going off into one of his spitting, snarling rants. He grins, pleased, unable to stop from preening a little.

"Well, you know," he drawls. "I've been pretty busy, this year."

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Maia's fingers are ice-cold. Unlike Mel, she doesn't like to keep her heart beating or her blood pumping--except in a fight--so as to make her feel less human. She reaches out to touch the scar.

'Not Michael anymore,' she says scornfully. 'I got expelled from there. Well...it was a mutual thing. They didn't want me and I'd had more than enough of their shiny happy bull. I'm a free agent now.'

She hisses in sympathy at the scar, shaking her head. 'People have no respect for Slytherins.' She's assuming he's Slytherin, at least. 'They don't get that most of us bleed like the heroes do.'

Withdrawing her hand, 'Oh yeah? What kind of busy?'

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The feel of Maia's fingers is a little startling; Draco looks at her with some surprise, before shrugging it off. So she has bad circulation. Big deal. Nothing to get scared about, like some daft little Hufflepuff.

"A free agent." Draco's lip curls. "Lucky you. Are you in Slytherin, then?" That would make sense. Slytherin was the best house, after all.

"I was..." Spending most of his time in a room full of lost belongings, screaming and hitting a cabinet, having nightmares about his parents being killed and crying to a ghost in the toilets. "I'd been given an important task by the Dark Lord. Killing the headmaster and all that."

That sounded a bit better. Right?

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The Dark Lord. Maia interprets this as someone like her bosses, and shivers--just a bit.

'And you daren't not do it,' she whispers. 'Because then...' She draws her finger across her throat. 'Is this your punishment for not doing it? When--IF you even fuck up where I'm from, you get a...pretty severe thrashing.'

It should be worth noting that students participate in this, too. Hence Maia walking in on Leela and Rufio in bed together when he was meant to be going out with her.

'Of course I'm in Slytherin,' Maia smirks. 'I seemed to meet all the requirements.'

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"... something like that, yeah. But it's not like I'm scared," he adds suddenly. "I'm not some idiot little kid. I'm not - I'm going to reclaim my family's name. I'm going to be remembered."

Not-killing Dumbledore was probably a bit of a setback there, but he'd got the Death Eaters into Hogwarts. That had to count for something. Surely. It had to.

"Ambitious, cunning and not a complete idiot, then?" Draco grins, deciding to distract himself from less pleasant thoughts by focusing on trying to be not a complete prat in front of a gorgeous, like-minded girl.

Not that he'd ever do that. Draco was smooth. He was debonair! Pansy had even said so once. Kinda. Almost. In away.

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He's about as scared as her. Not scared at all. 'Malfoy's a big name,' she guesses. 'Noble of you. And not in that stupid Gryffindor idea of nobility, either.'

Maia giggles lightly. 'Pretty much.' She rakes her hair with her fingers again. He's not half bad for a human. He at least knows where he's going in his life, and it's a path Maia very much approves of. 'Plus the colour apparently goes with my eyes.'

And, you know, she can conjure snakes from thin air. The Slytherin animal.

'I can tell Hogwarts is going to be a lot more fun if we get any more people like you,' she adds smoothly.