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[augury_dmalfoy]

Who: Draco and the Dark Lord
What: a meeting, and a new assignment.
Where: Dark Lord headquarters.
When: Tuesday, November 16th. Evening.
Status: complete

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[augury_npc]

The Dark Lord sat upon his seat, right hand absently stroking Nagini's head where the large snake lay curled upon his lap. The boy's arrival was expected, though a minute or two later than He had wished for. He would wait until later to teach the boy how to promptly answer one of His summons.

"Welcome back, Draco Malfoy," he spoke precisely in a voice that hissed along the room's every surface. "Tell me, how did you enjoy your time back at school? Have you been impressed with the changes we have wrought there?"

[augury_dmalfoy]

Draco knew he hadn't much time to prepare an answer for that, but he knew that his completely honest answer was probably not what the Dark Lord wanted to hear. No matter what changes were made, he very much doubted that anything could change the way he felt about the horrid castle.

"It's improved, certainly," he agreed, mouth twitching in something akin to amusement. "But then, we're not done yet, are we, my Lord?"

There. He was pleased with that answer; it was honest, without being too open for his own comfort.

[augury_npc]

"And your friends? Miss Parkinson? Miss Davis? Miss Bulstrode and Mister Nott? What can you tell me about what they have been up to?" Voldemort asked, his eyes lifting from his beloved snake to the blonde boy before him. After a month among them, he expected some kind of information.

"And Potter's friends. Are they still trying to support their dear savious?" he asked with a voice full of venom. "Do they still believe he can stop me?"

[augury_dmalfoy]

"Mostly schoolwork, my Lord, it is their NEWTs year," Draco answered smoothly. Pansy and Tracey? he wondered, a little bit taken aback. They weren't honestly being considered for any part of the Dark Lord's plans... were they? "Though there are rumours that Bulstrode got detention for attacking a Mudblood, and as for Nott... I don't confide in him, and he doesn't confide in me, but I believe he agrees with our cause on some level, at least."

He thought of the last time he'd really properly talked to Nott, and how odd it had been. Nott was hiding something, but then he'd always been secretive; it had been hard for Draco to tell whether it was something important or not.

The second question was even easier to answer. "I don't doubt that they still want to believe it, my Lord, though none of them seem very hopeful to me." He wanted to ask if his task was going to be something that would make them even less hopeful, but decided against it.