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[not_cocked]

WHO De and open to anyone~!
WHAT De is effected by attraction week and a far too long dry spell.
WHERE Bar's and any logical place between (Streets, parks, drama apartment hallways)
WHEN Weekend evening.
NOTES Fell free to jump in whether they've meet or not.
WARNINGS Sex

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[alphaophiuchi]

All week, Draco had been inclined not to stay inside, but to reach out to people: to call people on the network, to wander round the streets in hopes of random conversation and satisfying the deep-seated urge to just be around people. It was exactly that that had led him outside yet again, still watching his back as the sun set and evening rose. It wasn't like the streets offered many willing to chat up, but his feet would doubtless lead him somewhere they would. A bar or something - he'd met enough people the last time he'd gone round the nearest one anyway. Maybe his luck would hold up; perhaps he would find company before he even arrived anywhere.

[alphaophiuchi]

"In a way. I, personally, haven't done a damn thing to deserve the negative reputation. My family, however, is rather on the notorious side of things." Which was possibly putting things a bit lightly. To say that his insane Death Eater of an aunt was merely notorious was rather like saying the sky might have existed in some regard.

[not_cocked]

"Guilty be association?"

De's family didn't have much of a reputation that she knew of. At least not yet. She had a feeling there was quite a bit coming in the future.

"What'd they do so bad? If it's not a sensitive subject."

[alphaophiuchi]

"Exactly."

It was a sensitive subject, and that fact probably showed on Draco's face as he warily glanced her over, torn between changing the subject and just telling her. It would be easy enough to just come out with it, maybe show her the Mark; the only thing that stood in the way was how she might react. People could be finicky.

"They blindly killed a bunch of people," he told her vaguely, shrugging to make light of the entire notion. "My father was the right hand man of an incredibly powerful wizard with morals gone horribly awry, so we didn't exactly have much choice in whether or not to follow him."

[not_cocked]

"So what did you do?" The world he was from...it sure as hell wasn't the Wizard of OZ out there. She was only picking up bits and pieces, but there were fucked up bits and pieces.

She wasn't sure how she would feel if they had been on the other side. Not that she could really imagine that, but if dad had raised them that way? Hell, some people probably considered them on the wrong side of things.

[alphaophiuchi]

What did he do? Not a whole hell of a lot, to be quite honest. He had certainly tried to do a number of things - tried to keep his mother out of harm's way, tried to get to Dumbledore in some roundabout manner, tried to just get it over and done with. He'd failed every step along the way, proving himself virtually the worst Death Eater in the history of them, in addition to the youngest; perhaps it was that the two merely went hand in hand.

"Not much, admittedly. Whatever I could to make sure my mother was safe." Even if it eventually led him to an almost completely ostracised life.

[not_cocked]

"You're a boy scout, hmmm." She said, but her smile was warm. Protecting your family above all else was something she understood quite well.

"Did everything end up all right, or...?" Or is there a disaster waiting back at home. That she could relate to as well.

[alphaophiuchi]

"Suppose so. I'm still alive. Mother and Father are alive. The Dark Lord's dead, and the only thing I'm stuck with is a bad reputation and a bloody ugly tattoo." Another shrug. The fact that she was still smiling was a good sign: it caused a tiny one to flicker at the corner of Draco's mouth.

[not_cocked]

"Dark Lord, huh? Sounds like a fun guy."

She patted his arm, again trying to put it all into the context of her family. And what she knew was coming for her family.

She really couldn't say much.

"That what laxer tattoo removal is for."

[alphaophiuchi]

"Completely. He's an absolute riot. Life of the party."

His smile grew slightly, genuine and slightly awkward; it was still strange, knowing that if he went home, the Dark Lord wouldn't be there waiting for him. That there was no immediate threat to his life.

"Lay-ser what now?"

[not_cocked]

"Yeah, that's the guy you've always got to off. Makes everyone else look uncool, what with their not being evil douchebags."

She could tell he was starting to relax and loosen up. And could tell he needed that. And goofing around was one service she could provide.

"They are...like they get rid of tattoos with...light...dude, I dunno how they work, they just get rid of that shit."

[alphaophiuchi]

"And he was the sort who didn't leave, either. Just kept hanging round until his welcome had been long since overstayed. And assuming everyone still wanted him there. What a prick," he chuckled to himself. If he were at home, he'd have been killed by now for comments like this; it was sort of exhilarating to be able to joke around at the Dark Lord's expense.

And besides, De was right: Draco did need to loosen up.

"That's the oddest thing I've ever heard. But I doubt it'd work - magical tattoos aren't the same thing."

[not_cocked]

"What an asshole." She scoffed, over the top, before giggling again.

Oh, yeah, that was right. Magic tattoos.

"So. Magic. What kind of magic do you do? The only witches I've really run into before ending up here were..." She shudder. Yeah, she really wasn't fond of witches.

[alphaophiuchi]

He lightly scratched at his left forearm as the topic turned to the Mark and magic - a nervous habit he had developed at some point - and shrugged. "Whatever type I feel like, I suppose. Varying spells, potions and draughts..." Draco trailed off, unsure of entirely how to explain it to a Muggle, even if she did know about other supernatural things. So much the Statute of Secrecy.

"What type of witches did you run into before? If I may be so bold."

[not_cocked]

"Nasty disgusting..." She made a gagging sound, before realizing that...wasn't really explaining a lot.

"Witches back home, uhh...their magic tends to revolve around. Bodily stuff. Fluids and...stuff." She shuddered again. A few traumatizing experience were all it took for her to learn to stay the hell away from them.

"I don't think...it's anything like your magic. Or I sure as hell hope not."

[alphaophiuchi]

His eyebrows went up slightly, a sneer tugging his lip upwards in mild disgust. "Hardly. I should think if my magic were anything like that, I'd just avoid it altogether." Draco joined her for a brisk shiver.

"Sounds bloody horrid. And like nothing we have round my world, thankfully."