i'm dancing in the room as if i was in the woods with you [OPEN]

[myheartglows]

WHO EVERRRRYBODY!
WHAT The benefit for the Bete Noire Fire Department!
WHEN Saturday the 8th, 7pm and onward.
WHERE A fancy building on the Hill, decorated for this purpose

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[alphaophiuchi]

It was only after a long while of his own circulation, chatting with varying people and generally enjoying himself, that Draco eventually came across Percy. Hopefully the man would be slightly more lucid than the last time they met.

"Fancy meeting you here, Mr Weasley."

[im_head_boy]

"Mr. Malfoy." Percy nodded to the blond, straightening up slightly so as to seem so on-task and on top of things that it would erase the memories of their last conversation. "Thank you for supporting the fire department."

[alphaophiuchi]

Well, it wasn't possible to erase their last conversation - that was proime blackmail material, after all - but Draco could temporarily ignore it. "I wasn't aware you had a personal vested interest in the fire department. But you're welcome, all the same." As if Draco's very presence was some grand happening. Not that he wasn't treating it like one.

[im_head_boy]

"The Department of Culture helped plan the benefit for the fire department," Percy replied. "It's in the entire city's best interest that all of its government departments are running smoothly."

[alphaophiuchi]

"Out of purely idle curiosity," Draco began, wondering when he lost his drink between the last place he was and Percy, "Do you ever think of anything but the city?"

[im_head_boy]

Percy inclined his head slightly. "Of course I do. You just always seem to come across me in an official capacity. I had no idea you were so interested in my mental processes."

[alphaophiuchi]

"They fascinate me," he drawled. It wasn't a lie, either; his motivations just weren't nearly so innocent as the comment might have sounded from anyone else. But Draco still remembered Percy spilling everything after just one well-placed little question, and that still amused him. He didn't yet have a use for it, but he was sure he would eventually.

[im_head_boy]

Percy raised an eyebrow. "I'm sure they do, Mr. Malfoy." He suspected the other man hadn't forgotten Percy's outburst of emotion during that awful week, but he prayed he had regardless. "What a pleasant surprise to find that you enjoy the inner workings of bureaucracy, too."

[alphaophiuchi]

"Don't get any hopes that I'll switch occupations; I'm quite happy doing what I'm doing," he replied simply, snatching up a drink from a passing waitress and taking a sip.

[im_head_boy]

"What is it you're doing these days, Mr. Malfoy?" Percy asked, watching Draco pick up a drink and drink it with not a little bit of envy. Between his lack of hands and the painkillers still in his system, he'd limited himself sipping at one drink throughout the night, and it was a production if he wanted to pick it up again.

[alphaophiuchi]

Draco pointedly ignored the fact that he was being stared at, putting it off to simply looking fantastic and Percy being just like that. "I work with Hellsing. Hence why I'm here. Ianto wanted us to show off our best assets."

He accompanied the words with a sly smirk, not even bothering to hide his smugness.

[im_head_boy]

Percy couldn't hide the roll of his eyes, though it was remarkably brief. "What do you do for Hellsing, if you don't mind my asking? I know they have a lot of work for magic-users."

[alphaophiuchi]

"I assist in the clinic." And brew potions. But if he said that, then who knew: it might get back to Snape somehow, and that would lead to...something. He shrugged regardless, 'It's where my talents lie, and Owen seems to appreciate the help well enough."

[im_head_boy]

"I had no idea your talents ran towards healing, Mr. Malfoy." He nodded. "I'm sure you're quite an asset to Hellsing."

Whether he was a beneficial or a toxic asset, however, was left unclear.

[alphaophiuchi]

"There's quite a bit about me that you haven't bothered to learn, Mr Weasley." Though it wasn't as though Draco was making much effort to get to know Percy either. The comment's underlying nastiness wasn't missed, nor was it addressed.

[im_head_boy]

Percy shrugged, and couldn't quite hold back a wince as his ribs twinged in response. Moving, they seemed to say. How dare you. "I suppose not. How fortuitous that we have been brought here, so that I can make the effort."