Lyra was peeved. She couldn't recall if Draco had ever walked away from her in a huff like that before, and because of this she felt guilty. Which, in turn, made her feel even more disagreeable
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Draco wasn't reading. He wasn't taking care of his snake or buffing his nails or writing in his journal. He wasn't doing any of the normal things he got up to in his spare time.
He was staring. Glaring, more like, while he struggled to beat down the utter humiliation churning in his gut. A humiliation he couldn't even really explain. Much worse things had happened to him. He'd faced the Dark Lord, for Merlin's sake.
"How did you ever manage that?" he drawled without looking at the intruder, "Would you like a medal?"
Lyra narrowed her eyes at him and wandered further into his room. Curious, she slumped down onto his bed. "You just left me there," she pointed out as she toed off her shoes, though the irritation melted significantly as she stared.
"And why on earth would I have stayed?" he scoffed, and it seemed a perfectly reasonable question, with a perfectly obvious answer. There wasn't a reason. None at all, that he could see.
Silently, she ran the tip of her tongue over the front of her teeth and simply continued to stare expectantly at him. As if an explanation was sure to follow if she just waited patiently enough.
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He was staring. Glaring, more like, while he struggled to beat down the utter humiliation churning in his gut. A humiliation he couldn't even really explain. Much worse things had happened to him. He'd faced the Dark Lord, for Merlin's sake.
"How did you ever manage that?" he drawled without looking at the intruder, "Would you like a medal?"
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Pan, for his part, stayed a fair distance away.
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Silently, she ran the tip of her tongue over the front of her teeth and simply continued to stare expectantly at him. As if an explanation was sure to follow if she just waited patiently enough.
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