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So this is how everyone's been communicating then?

Not to sound paranoid or anything but the last magically enchanted diary I wrote in that could write back tried to kill me so I'm just a bit skeptic.

But, I suppose this is as good a place as any to ask, where exactly am I?

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[Debates whether or not he wants to be helpful at all, and despite an overwhelming urge to just sit there and let Harry work this out himself while he supervises and nitpicks everything, eventually he reluctantly says:]

...I saw a sign for the harbor. [Then he adds a healthy dose of sarcasm, just because.] Generally there are ships in harbors.

[ Could be progress, could be Malfoy's desire to not get killed by the navy. Hard to tell, really. ]

Well yeah, that part's obvious. I just don't think stealing one would go over very well. [ Though, someone at the harbor might have some useful information so he stands up anyways. ]

Come on then.

[Probably the latter!]

I was told by some random muggle in that cursed diary thing that we should buy a ship.

[Frowns when Harry stands up.]

Wait, you want to go now?

Hence why I said stealing it wouldn't go over well. And why not? The sooner that's taken care of, the sooner we can leave.

[ He pushes his chair in and heads for the door but stops as he reaches it for a fraction of a second to wait on the other boy. ]

[Watches him just walk away in a highly affronted manner for all of five seconds, then scrambles after him, scowling.]

You're the only one who mentioned stealing at all, Potter! I was simply reminding you, again, that evidently we came here with money. [Scoffs.] As though a Malfoy would ever need to steal.

And for fuck's sake, you're not seriously thinking we can take off with just the two of us, are you?

[ Just rolling his eyes. Oh he is not looking forward to this. ]

No, just getting the boat out of the way then we can think about recruiting more people. And honestly, you're going to have to be civil about dealing with muggles. They don't usually care much for racism.

I'm not a racist, it's not my fault we're better than them.

[But oh, that's right, anyone else they go with is likely to be a muggle.

Stick with just Potter?

Or surround himself with muggles?

DILEMMA.

Give him a second, he literally sways on the spot and has to reach out to steady himself against the door, groaning the whole time.]

...This is literally my worst nightmare. Alright, maybe you and I can handle—

[NOPE. No. He can't do it. Every option is awful, because he's certainly not about to sail off alone either.]

...

Everything is horrible and I hate you. Just so you know.

[/DRAMA QUEEN]

...That is the Exact definition of racism. Just so you know.

[ He's not exactly thrilled with the arrangements either but if other people are on the ship it might deter them both from killing each other. ]

Edited 2013-10-09 17:52 (UTC)

[Lifts his chin, looking haughty.]

Well whatever. Details, Potter. It's still true.

No, Actually. It's not. I've met... cats that have a better personality than you do. As for your view that pure bloods are superior, you do realize Voldemort is a half blood, don't you?

[Flinches a bit and darts a quick wide-eyed look around, gosh, Potter, don't you know you're not supposed to say his name out loud??]

...Cats, really, that's the best you can do?

[Weak attempt to recover himself, but then after that he scowls.]

If that's true, it still doesn't change the fact that he's got the right idea!

[ He'll say whatever he wants to say. Voldemort. Voldemort. Voldemort. ]

So you think killing people is the right idea, do you? You think Cedric deserved to be killed because he just so happened to be there? If that's how you feel then it would be the "right idea" for me to just leave you and join up with someone that isn't a spoiled rotten prat.

Edited 2013-10-09 20:49 (UTC)

[Froooooown.]

...

[Looks down after a moment, idly examining his fingernails.]

The papers say you're lying, you know. And even if you're not, Diggory never should've been there.

[Glances back up.]

Whose fault was that?

[ His hands open and into tightly clenched fists a few times as he tries to remind himself that punching Malfoy is not worth it. ]

Voldemort's. [ He says heatedly. He'd never admit to Malfoy that he felt partially responsible for what happened to Cedric. It had been his idea that they take the cup together so if he'd have only been just a little more selfish then maybe... ]

[Again with the flinching.]

Merlin, Potter, stop saying his name!

[Grumbles and shoulders past him out into the street.]

In any case, Fudge is a fool. Not that it isn't bloody amusing the way he's constantly eating out of my father's hand.

Why? Afraid he'll turn up if I say it three times in a row? Voldemort, Voldemort, Voldemort.

[Spins around with his wand suddenly out, pointing it at Harry's FACE.]

I will hex your mouth shut, so help me. It's like you want him to pop in for a chat or something!

[ And in that instant, Harry's wand is out too. ]

It's a name Malfoy. Or would you prefer I refer to him as Tom Riddle?

I'd prefer you shut up about him altogether or we're never going to get anywhere! We're meant to be back at Hogwarts tomorrow, you know, and we've got our O.W.L.s this year—I'd really rather not miss too many classes due to your being a stubborn arse!

[ ...Well that causes him to lower his wand a bit. ]

...No. It's the twelfth of August. We don't go back to school until the first.

...Don't be stupid, it's the thirty-first.

[But he lowers his wand slightly, too, his eyes narrowing.]

Oh...you've finally gone round the bend, haven't you? I knew it was only a matter of time.

No, I had my-Er, something important that I was supposed to go to today. It's the twelfth.

Your er something. [Lets his arm drop altogether as he thinks back.] From the twelfth? ...You're sure you're not just taking the piss?

Positive, Malfoy. But it's none of your concern what I had to do today.

Oh no, of course not. [Grins and turns to continue walking.] No concern of mine at all. I've no idea what big, important thing you had to do on August twelfth.

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