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Day number: 0-1?
Location: Hogwarts
Character: Draco(100)
Reply: Luna, Hermione
Rating: low

Draco narrowed his eyes as he scurried around another corner.  That annoying little mudblood and her friends kept following him around.  The little nit seemed to think he was up to something and what business of hers was it if he was?  She'd been on him like a hawk since the debut of his rousing cheer for Weasley at the last quidditch match.  There was a quidditch game tomorrow and it was almost to be expected that foul play was afoot.  It wasn't like it was a big surprise or anything.  It was only against the rules if you got caught. 

And with Umbridge working furiously in his favor, he'd no doubt things would go smoothly.  Still, there was precious little he could do to get the mudblood off his tail at the moment.  Crabbe and Goyle had gone on before him, the thick-headed idiots.  Probably heard they were serving frosted cupcakes in the common room or some nonsense. 

He noticed a nearby door that was open ever so slightly.  A perfect place to hide out.  Or, if worst came to worst, at least it'd be private if there was a confrontation.  Horrible mudblood didn't know real wizards fought with their wands, not their fists.  Good luck to her in finding someone who'd put up with that kind of brutish behaviour.  She'd likely end up an old spinster with her hideous orange cat.  The thought brought a smirk to his lips. 

He ducked into the room and turned up his nose.  The place was dusty as all get out, like it hadn't been cleaned in decades.  His father was always saying that the staff at Hogwarts was deplorable and here was further proof.  He placed his long sleeve over his nose and mouth, so as not to breathe in any of the filth.  In fact, the only clean thing in the room was a stark piece of parchment, with only the words, “You are immediately nee--” written in deep black ink.  The quill beside it had dripped carelessly on the paper, leaving behind a couple messy splotches.  Curiousity got the better of him and he touched the ink, finding it cool, but no longer wet to the touch. 

He shook his head at the foolishness of it all and peered back through the crack in the door.
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On April 13th, 2006 04:55 am (UTC), insufferable_hg commented:
"Just finding ways to amuse myself, Luna." She assuaged the twinge of guilt by telling herself that it was DA business. It was amusing, but it really was useful too.

Of course, she'd been trying to figure out the best way to field Malfoy's golden straight line about skilled players, and she might have pulled it off creditably, but Luna with her wide eyes and total lack of malice did a better job than Hermione ever could. She hid her glee. "That would be nice, but he didn't mention anything like that to me." She looked back at Draco Malfoy. "I can't imagine who else he could mean."
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