Day Off [open]

[draco]

Draco Malfoy had been walking down the streets of Hogsmeade, long sleeved shirt, and a hood not on his head but just in case he had to leave because of Death Eaters or something. Although most of the Order supporters knew that he turned his side, a lot of them didn't trust him. At least they didn't show it, unless he was wearing a short sleeve shirt.

Draco had been remembering his good old times with Crabbe and Goyle, over looking the Shrieking Shack. He remembered the time in his third year he suddenly started being dragged towards the Shrieking Shack. Now that ge didn't feel he deserved, jut like the ferret thing even if he was about to curse Harry.

Draco chuckled to himself remembering the times when everything wasn't upside down. He began to doubt that he made the right choice. Maybe if he just killed Dumbledore his father would be alive. His family would be still be intact, but also Voldemort could've won, and after the year of learning the Order's side, he didn't want Voldemort to win. That year was extremely difficult for him. His father just died, Draco lost all his friends, or most and could make very many more.

Sighing Draco left the fence to the Shrieking Shack and walked down the street stopping every once and awhile to look in the shop windows to see what they had. Everything was like he remembered it, except now he was an adult, and alone. But he still had the Order and the ministry.

Even though he was branded a Death Eater and his father was too, he was able to get training to become an Auror, all because of Dumbledore. He still blamed Dumbledore for his father's death partially since if he didn't take the deal his father might still be alive, but mostly he blamed Voldemort. It was his father's fear as well, Voldemort was. And rightfully so.

After buying a nice pair of socks, Draco headed for the Three Broomsticks. Everything didn't feel right, but Draco shrugged it off as he sat down clanking a galleon on the bar. After a few seconds his firewhiskey arrived and Draco took a sip. The heat trickled down his throat, as firewhiskey always did. It wasn't his favorite but it made his mind lay to rest.

He always said he was over his father's death but that was only on the outside towards others. Inside he was still just a scared boy without his father anymore. He hand time to just rest and think lately without people interrupting him, whether it be because of his training, his dark mark, or just because he was hot. Well not really, but because if his mark isn't showing he seems approachable. It's weird right? Him being approached for directions. It really showed how much he changed, whether good or bad.

[Angelina Johnson]

It was a hot day out; and Angelina felt like cursing Fred for making her go and “check out” Zonko’s Joke Shop; the twins thought about buying it to expand their shop. Since both worked at the shop though, Fred had asked her to see if they had any chance of buying off the property and creating another shop there. It was a brilliant idea, really; but Angelina couldn’t understand why it was her that had to do it. Alicia probably felt the same, as she knew George asked the woman if she could check out Gambol & Japes Joke Shop, another competitor of Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes.

Entering the joke shop, Angelina remembered to the times she was still in Hogwarts; the times where she would come in here with Fred, and George, and have a laugh at their antics. Yes, Fred almost always pranked her in the store as well as on the way back to Hogwarts; but she always had a trick or to up her sleeve. Just entering the shop reminded her of when she was younger; of the times where they didn’t have Voldemort to worry about. It seemed like ages ago, and probably was.

There were others in the shop as well, most of them being younger children, looking for a nice joke item. Angelina smiled as she watched them run around, trying to figure out which item to buy, as their parents would only buy them a certain amount. The parents of the children, however, looked at her strangely; as if she wasn’t allowed to be in the shop. ‘Of course I’d be too old for this stuff, right?’[/color] she thought, turning away from them. Just because she was twenty-four years old didn’t mean that she couldn’t go into Zonko’s and buy something. After all, everyone could use a laugh once in a while; as the wizarding world was still trying to get over the fear and memories of the war. Angelina herself, wanted to forget; Fred and George’s joke shop helped. It reminded her there was a reason to laugh; that she still had those who cared about her. Holding her head held high, she purchased a couple of ‘Hiccup Sweets’, just for the memories they brought back. She used them on Alicia and tried to get the twins; but they were too good. Laughing slightly as she walked out of Zonko’s and towards the Three Broomsticks, Angelina remembered the reactions Alicia had when she found out it wasn’t any of the twins that pranked her, but Angelina instead.

“What?!” Alicia screamed as they made their way back to Hogwarts. “Ange--! No--Fair!” she cried out between hiccups, glaring at Angelina as she laughed at her, along with others who accompanied them, including the twins. “What do you mean no fair? It was too fair, I mean I didn’t tell you what it was, did I? I just asked you to eat it, and you did! Not my fault!” she stated, grinning and laughing even more as Alicia tried to pout, but ended up hiccupping instead. Luckily for her, the sweet wore off just as they reached Hogwarts; and the next day, it was a prank war between herself, Alicia, the twins, and Lee when he found out about it.

As she ordered a butterbeer, because she didn’t like firewhiskey that much, Angelina fought a smile and looked around. Her eyes settled on a familiar figure. Blonde hair, a little tall, pale skin. He was familiar, she knew she knew him from somewhere. Racking her brain she suddenly remembered. Draco Malfoy! The ferret that joined the Order later on. Grabbing her drink and making her way towards him, Angelina sat by him and smiled slightly; she saw the way he was looked at. It hurt her to see it.

“Hey…Malfoy, right? I’m Angelina, Angelina Johnson. I was two years above you…chaser for the Gryffindor team.” Maybe he needed a friend; after all, that’s what everyone needs once in a while.

[draco]

“Hey…Malfoy, right? I’m Angelina, Angelina Johnson. I was two years above you…chaser for the Gryffindor team.”

Yeah he recognized her... a little. From when he was destroying their team! Not really, but when they were destroying the Slytherins. She looked older than he remembered, but that was because he hadn't seen her a a few years. Sometimes walking with Fred, or just walking down the street.

"Yeah, that's my name, but I prefer Draco, or ferret boy," Draco joked, smiling. It wasn't everyday he had a sense of humor like that, even though the ferret thing was years and years ago, it was pretty scary, and he was a coward, but suddenly being changed into a ferret was completely unexpected. Good times. Good Times.

Hogsmeade was full of memories, good and bad. Five years ago he was the top dog, the popular kid in Slytherin, but after everything, most of the Slytherins left him, and branded him a blood traitor. It really as something amazing when one day you are popular and the next hated by everyone. It showed what good friends he had. But he deserved it for the way he acted, though he hated that idea.

This Gryffindor had hated him for years, but now she was approaching him without the thought of cursing him. Well she could but it didn't seem like it. It was weird when the people you mistreated and hated, actually came to you when you were alone and (while he didn't show it) afraid. It really showed him who the real friends could eventually be. It may have been years since the played a joke on her, or made fun of her, but she was here now. It wasn't Pansy, Astoria, Goyle, or any of his 'friends', but a person he wasn't particularly nice to.

"I think I remember you. Weren't you captain once?" Draco asked. He thought he remembered that. There was an accomplishment he never earned, but he still was the seeker for england, which was amazing. Quidditch really was his time to relax and enjoy playing a competative match. He was doing pretty well when it came to Seeking. Though they only had practice, and no games just yet, he was ready.

His only real ties to this person was through the Order, and the Weasleys, who still weren't always the nicest, because he wasn't. Childhood enemies ended up working together. Wasn't the best outcome since people died, but it worked out all right for them.

[Angelina Johnson]

She thought she saw a bit of recognition when she mentioned she was the chaser for Gryffindor back then. That was usually the case; most people remembered her from her chaser and captain position for the Gryffindor team. Lee almost always commented how talented a chaser she was; and her father would always say she had the skills for professional Quidditch. It was too much traveling during the season; and as much as she liked traveling, she didn’t like the idea of leaving her friends and boyfriend here.

“Yeah, that's my name, but I prefer Draco, or ferret boy.” he smiled! Draco Malfoy, Slytherin Prince; smiled! Not only did he smile, but he made a joke! With a Gryffindor nonetheless. Angelina laughed slightly, she remembered; Harry and Ron were in an argument; and poor Hermione Granger was stuck in the middle of it. It was the year of the Triwizard tournament; her sixth year. She remembered it so well because she herself, had put her own name in; becoming of age just prior to putting her name in the Goblet. Though she wasn’t chosen, it was also the year Quidditch was canceled for the first time. Angelina felt so upset; she remembered how she was looking forward to Quidditch, seeing as that would’ve been her first year as captain.

However, the thing she remembered most about that year was the Yule Ball; she had gone with Fred Weasley, her current boyfriend. They’ve been together since then; and she felt as if it was one of the best days at Hogwarts that she ever had. In reality, is was; she had fallen for him earlier, but she hid it, not wanting to risk their friendship. She smiled, remembering the year and all that happened; it was a good year, except for the death of Cedric Diggory. He was handsome and talented; he could have gone far in life. Not that Angelina liked him, she just thought he was handsome, but that was beside the point; he was still a talented wizard. Otherwise the Goblet wouldn’t have chosen him.

”Ah, I remember that. It was in my sixth year…so, your fourth year? Professor Moody did it, didn’t he?” she smiled, slightly wistful, as she remembered the tough ex-auror Moody used to be. Yes, she hadn’t been very close with him, but in the Order, with Fred, George and the others, she had known him. He was a good man, despite being called “mad” most the time; it was a shock to her, that Moody, the Moody she knew from the Order meetings, was gone. It was a shock, and she almost denied it; but it was war; and she found out she couldn’t.

Her memory took her to the battlefield, where she fought with the best of her abilities; spell after spell shooting from her wand. She even used a few dark spells; taking down Death Eaters that stood in her way. She remembered looking for Fred; worried about him. She remembered seeing some of the Order members fall; Professor Lupin, a kind werewolf; Charlie Weasley; Percy Weasley, both Fred’s brothers. She remembered seeing their bodies littering the ground as spells continued flying all directions.

Shaking her head, she focused her eyes on Malfoy’s---er, Draco’s. He grew up during the years; he wasn’t the same snobby boy that picked on others for his own amusement. I think I remember you. Weren’t you captain once?” Angelina smiled; it was something, one of the few things, that she remembered was good about her last year at Hogwarts. “Yeah, it was my last year though; seeing as the year before we had the tournament. Unfortunately, I was a pretty bad captain; seeing as we lost almost every game we played after our first.” her eyes darkened to an almost black color as she thought about Umbridge, and how the horrible toad banned Harry, George, and her Fred from playing Quidditch. After losing their best beaters, and their star seeker; the Gryffindor team went downhill.

Shaking her head, she smiled at him, laughing inwardly at how mood-swingy she must’ve seemed. “So, how have you been, Mal---Draco?”

Tagged: Draco, Open
Notes: Sorry the other graphic was big; forgot to resize it.
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[Samantha Snape]

"Heh," the tall redhead laughed softly, scornfully to herself, as she slipped through the doors of Honeydukes. The passage was all to easy to use, and since not many people seemed very keen to be about the castle today - her friends were weirdly missing, too - she had slipped off to Hogsmead. "Random, eventless weekends; how stupid." Yes, by her very words one could tell that oday was one of her bad days. Normally more-or-less sunny by nature, today that sun would scorch anyone she came across.

As she didn't want to be recognized as a Hogwarts student, she had opted to dress in Muggle fashion. A rather tight black t-shirt adorned her torso, with a red long-sleeved one under that. Slightly fitted boys jeans clung to her long legs, their color black; black, slightly ratty converses adorned her feet. A purple knitted cap rested over her brilliantly red hair, which hung haphazardly losse. Some ended up on her forehead as bangs, and most of it just tumbled every which way down her back and shoulders. Yes, her style was both tomboyish and punk; she liked it that way, even if her father couldn't understand it. He just let her do as she pleased these days - Hell, ever since her mother had passed on, really, though it had gotten worse in her first year, when he was busy being Headmaster and DADA professor.

Shaking these thoughts from her mind, the tall girl made her way to the Three Broomsticks; she often came here to think, because though it wasn't too quiet and people often came here, she could be away from her fellow Hogwarts students. Despite the fact that her hair was the scarlet normally associated with Gryffindors, the teen could honestly say that she was the last thing from a Gryffindor. But, as she weren't wearing any Hogwarts paraphernalia, one could only guess at her house. Of course, if she were to remove her thin, pale, and boney hands from her pockets, one could easily take not of what house she was in; her nails were painted green and silver.

Another thing which would have been odd to see on anyone of her age, especially one of English descent, would be her necklace. The gold chain was slightly thin in places, showing its age, and the pendant which hung from it was small, but not too small. It had been her mother's, and had clearly marked the woman for what she was. Really, it was what all her mothers relatives were - the ones here, anyway. They were Catholics in an Anglican nation. The teen found herself so also, as her mother had been devout, and her father just didn't seem to care one way or the other.

Snapping out of her thoughts when she reached the establishment, the black-eyed redhead made her way in. She didn;'t expect it to be empty, but something froze her up. Other people were here too -and she couldn't hide for very log.. Slipping into a chair at a table just out of sight from the two conversing. So as not to interrupt - and because of her painfully shy nature - the pale girl merely watched silently. With a mental sigh, the fifth year added today to her mental list of days she cursed her shyness, and continued to watch the two exchange words. She knew both - Draco Malfoy and Angelina Johnson - from the Order meetings her father had taken her to, but knew Draco better because he was her father's godson.

The almost frightfully skinny girl just hoped neither of them lashed out when they realized that she was there.

[draco]

That year was a great year, even if he didn't like Potter being a champion. Even though Quidditch was canceled, which Draco was extremely upset about, he was able to watch the Tri-Wizard Tournament which was great, except the part of Voldemort coming back and Cedric dying. Those were the really only bad parts about it, and the ferret thing was scary, but now that it had been awhile since it happened, it was a laughable event.

"Technically it wasn't Moody, since the professor was being impersonated," Draco replied, "But yeah." He had heard after they caught the Death Eater who was behind it that Moody wasn't Moody. The thing that got him was his father knew him. It wasn't too surprising since Lucius was a very respected Death Eater at the time in the Dark Lord's inner circle. That was back before he started disliking the Death Eaters, so he was extremely proud to be attacked by a Death Eater doing his job. Why? He had no clue.

The thought of Voldemort brought forward some memories he didn't like or want. He remembered how frightened he was in his sixth year as he stood his wand pointing at Dumbledore. Draco wasn't a killer, and didn't want to be, but to save his family he thought he had to.

In the end he wasn't a killer until the fight at Hogwarts... what did they call it? The Battle of Hogwarts he guessed. He could remember faces of former friends angry and attacking him. Pansy, his girlfriend from Hogwarts had fired a good dozen killing curses his way, he just couldn't believe how people you thought you could trust would just try to kill you if you did one thing in their mind that was wrong. But they had differences of opinion, and Draco retalliated. Seeing the face of his previous professor Remus Lupin dead on the ground was frightening enough, but there were countless others, Slytherins his age, Death Eaters that trusted him before, even the Weasleys who died, Charlie and Percival right? Either way all of this wasn't the greatest.

"You weren't a bad captain I would say, but when going against a team as great as ours..." Draco replied, "Not really. It was the team who messed up. You lost Potter and your two beaters that year because of Umbridge." It was true from what he remembered, mostly his fault. It was painful, and not worth it since Gryffindor still won the Quidditch Cup. But he had fun teasing them, even if it was evil. When he thought back he couldn't believe how immature he was.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw a person enter the establishment, someone he recognized. His god father, Severus Snape had a daughter, whom Draco hadn't seen too much of , but he was sure that it was her here.

"Hey, Sam Snape, come sit with us," Draco called waving her over. It was Sam right? Boy he hoped so, or he might be embarrassed.

[Sammy]

The blush rising to her pale cheeks when Draco called her had nothing to do with attraction. Sure, she could admit that he was good looking, but as men weren't her cup of tea, she made sure to fight down the blood from her face. Standing, she made her way over, her dark gaze locked with the ground just before her feet. Making sure her bangs hid her face - though she knew that her eyes were the only expressive part of her face, and even then in a blue moon - she slipped into a chair equidistant from both the former Gryffindor and former Slytherin.

Looking up, she made sure her face and eyes were devoid of emotion. She knew she looked much like her father then, even if her features were those of her long-dead mother. She allowed a small, almost unnoticeable smile to twitch her thin, pale lips. "Hello Draco, Ms. Johnson." Nodding in greeting to either of them, the fifteen-year-old tapped her fingers gently on the table top, completely ignoring any attempts of Madam Rosmerta to get her attention to order a drink.

She may have felt like her body was devouring itself, but she'd already eaten enough today, and so she wouldn't order anything to drink. In all honestly, Sam didn't even want to think about Butterbeer or anything of the sort. All that literal butter, the sweetness, the calories... No, definitely not something she needed. She'd rather slit her wrists then go over her restrictions, so she said nothing about ordering.

[Angelina Johnson]

Angelina nodded; she forgot for a moment it was a death eater impersonating Professor Moody. He was the one that put Harry’s name into the Goblet; and the one who bewitched the Triwizard Champion Cup to portkey whoever grabbed it someplace. She never really found out; but she wasn’t going to ask. It wasn’t her place to. Besides, it seemed as if that night haunted Harry; the first time he’d seen someone die; and a friend, or at least somewhat of a friend, at that. Angelina knew that she wouldn’t be able to handle it, not like Harry had; but then again, Harry had his friends backing him up.

“Hm, I keep forgetting about that part. Surprisingly, it was one of the more…dull parts of that year.”[/b] It was true; well, for her at least. She was in Gryffindor; and there was always something happening in Gryffindor. She wasn’t so sure about Slytherin though; but whenever she wanted a laugh, she’d remember the things Fred and George used to do to the Slytherins, the things they used to say. Sure it wasn’t always the nicest thing, but hey; when there’s house rivalry, you can’t expect to be good ol’ friends, can you? No, especially not with Gryffindor and Slytherin.

When Mal--Draco complemented her as a captain, Angelina was shocked. Sure he joked about Slytherin being better, but she knew it was a complement nonetheless. Smiling, she thanked him, laughing a bit at his ‘Slytherin’s still better’ joke. “Thanks. Though I do think that even without our star players, Gryffindor was able to beat some Slytherin arse.” She smiled sweetly, almost a little too sweetly; laughing a little.

Angelina thought about Fred, and how he would react if he knew this was what she was doing during the ‘scouting’ mission he sent her on. He’d probably be angry; then laugh about it later. Maybe he’d threaten Mal--Draco; he was always protective for no reason. Same with George; though Fred, she had to say, was somewhat more…Slytherin? Crueller? Meaner? Whatever it was, George was the nicer one. That was one of the things she lov--liked about Fred; he could be sweet, charming and funny but when someone he cares about is hurt, or something bad happens to those he cares about, he can be a right scary guy. It was…oddly sweet.

Shaking her head from the thought of her boyfriend, Angelina looked towards the direction Mal--Draco, was motioning towards. Her eyes settled on familiar bright red hair, not the famous Weasley red she lo--liked so much, but rather a more Gryffindor red. It was familiar, but she couldn’t remember from where. Maybe somewhere in Diagon Alley? No, it didn’t seem right. “Hey, Sam Snape, come sit with us,”[/I] Mal--Draco called out. That’s why she looked familiar! Snape’s daughter; the one that went to a few Order meetings with her father. She was young then, and judging from the looks of it, Angelina guessed Sam was now in either her fifth or sixth year.

Taking a closer look at the girl, Angelina noticed she was almost abnormally thin. A frown was set on her face as she noticed it, but she smiled at the girl soon after. It wasn’t her place to try and act like a friend; she barely even knew the girl. It was her father’s responsibility to look over his daughter though; and at that thought Angelina frowned once again. With a sigh, she shook the thoughts from her head and welcomed the Slytherin--if she guessed right due to her father--with a smile. “No need to be shy. Call me Angelina, 'k?” She didn’t know if the girl remembered her or not from the Order meetings, but she thought she’d introduce herself just in case. She figured since Snape was close with Draco and his mother, then the Snape girl would know him pretty well.

“Would you like a butterbeer or something--er, Sam? Right?”[/b]

Tagged: Draco, Sam, Open
Notes: Yay, more people to RP with.
Lyrics: Unwritten by Natasha Bedingfield
Credits: Insane

[draco]

Draco chuckled when she said it was one of the dull parts of the year. It definitely wasn't for him, at least. The imposter was the reason he was turned into a ferret, and gave him something to make fun of Potter with, not that he didn't have enough to use with his insults. Childhood immaturity at it's worst really.

""That's weird, it was one of the more interesting things in Slytherin, well besides the Weasley's pranks on a few of us. I swear I've had to pull a few people out of toilets that won't let out someone's head," Draco commented. While he liked pranks the Weasley's seemed to prank them too often. It was funny watching, but not to receive to him, though lately he's been able to laugh at things like that.

Wait... wasn't Angelina dating one of them? Fred right? Or George? God he hoped it was George. Fred always seemed to be more protective, and if he found out Draco had been talking to his his girlfriend, well he might be ok with it, but who knows? Draco was still wary about trusting Gryffindors, especially the Weasleys, just because he had grown up hating them and treating them like they were trash. They may be below him.... or not, but they did have a whole lifetime of hell to repay him, just like Potter.

When Sam came over he saw something about her that was familiar. Oh no... she was looking like her father. That wasn't a good sign when your father is Professor Snape, but Draco tried to ignore the similarities, especially when everything else was not like Snape, well some, but not most of it, especially not her scarlet hair.

"So Sam, what brings you here today?" Draco asked, hoping that it might get her talking, or have her crack a smile. While Draco liked Professor Snape, he definitely wouldn't want to be Severus Snape.

[Samantha Snape]

Sam nodded to Angelina's request. "Alright; I'll call you whatever you like, Ms. Angelina." Her voice was quiet, but remained carefully void of emotion. She didn't want to lash out right now, as she knew she would do if anything got under her skin (which was proving to be very thin today) and so she remained expressionless. She twitched slightly when Angelina suggested she order something - or that the elder witch order for her. Of course, to keep it cool, she simply replied. "No thank you, Ms. Angelina."

Turning her attention to Draco, she could easily tell what he wanted from her. She raised a dark brow and slipped on her usual unnerving stare. Shaking her head ever so slightly, she was sure he could read her meaning, I'll be as expressionless as my father or as I like, or I can be as vivid as my mother was; you can't try to influence me. Then, as if she hadn't just done subliminal messaging, she answered her father's god son. "I come here to think when there's nothing going on at school. That, and my friends are strangely absent lately."

What she didn't add, but what she allowed Draco to read in her gaze for just a moment, was rather simple. 'And Father is as uncaring of me as ever.' Just as quickly as she had allowed her emotion to be seen, she hid them again. She didn't like thinking about her father lately, nor did she like having anyone see her emotions for very long - even with her own consent. She curled her hands into lose fists on the table; little did she notice, what with her distorted perception of herself, that this action only made her bones that more visible beneath her paper-white and paper-thin flesh.

[Angelina Johnson]

Angelina laughed at the memories of the twins’ pranks. Of course, she would reprimand them afterwards, but they were funny now. Especially since no one really got hurt…save for the time they pushed Montague into the vanishing cabinet their last year. That she was not ok with, and she hadn’t spoken to Fred for a few days because of it. Really, she wasn’t really angry, but more worried. What if something had happened to Montague, then what would the twins have done?

Turning towards Mal--Draco, Angelina raised an eyebrow. “Hm, I would’ve thought Slytherin would’ve been somewhat…better.” Then again, Slytherin didn’t have the resident “Golden Trio” in their house, and they didn’t know about Dumbledore’s Army until after they got caught. She could’ve sworn some looked interested when they heard about their ‘rebellion’. Then again, she was worried and trying to not get in trouble with the horrible toad. She’d been to detention once; and that was bad enough. Her detention was for being closer than ‘eight inches’. Horrible, that---that---toad was just horrible.

Angelina looked almost worriedly at the Slytherin sitting with them. Draco didn’t count; he graduated, thus making him a Slytherin alumni. When she declined her offer of butterbeer, or some other drink, Angelina nodded. It wasn’t her business to get into the girl’s life after all. When Draco asked the Slytherin what she was doing there, Angelina leaned forward, resting her chin on her folded hands, elbows on the table. When she heard the answer, she noticed something flash in the girl’s eyes, something akin to sadness maybe? Angelina couldn’t tell, because just as quickly as it appeared, it was gone. Perhaps it was just a trick of the eyes.

Glancing down at the table, she noticed the girl’s hand. Now, she already told herself that she wouldn’t interfere, but looking down at the bone-thin, paper-white hand, Angelina couldn’t help but notice. Upon closer inspection, she noticed the thin arms, the almost visible bones; the pale skin. It didn’t seem healthy. What was Snape feeding the girl…if he fed her at all? With a sigh, she turned her gaze away, knowing that if this was Snape’s daughter, she wouldn’t want the help, just like her father wouldn’t have.

“So, how were your Holidays? Good, I hope.” Considering school just began once again, and the holidays just ended, Angelina hoped; for the good of the young Snape, that her father noticed at least something was wrong. Glancing at a clock hanging on the wall, Angelina noticed she would have to leave soon. It was getting late; and she didn’t want to worry Fred…again.

Tagged: Draco, Sam, Open
Notes: N/A
Lyrics: Everybody’s Fool by Evanescence
Credits: Insane, Lyrics to Unwritten by Natasha Bedingfield

[draco]

Draco thought about it for a bit. There was interesting things that went on, probably not as interesting as in Gryffindor, with their precious trio. Well Draco still wasn't on the best terms with the three, but he did have some interesting things going on.

"Well actually, we had a lot of fighting, some were pro-Order, and others were Death Eaters. It's hard to pick a side, one side has all your friends and family and the other is full of people you never got along with. Slytherin has it's fair share of events, but none as great or as important as Gyrffindor had. Which is why we kick your butts when it comes to Quidditch, except when Potter was there," Draco replied.

Draco looked at the Slytherin with him and sensed what she was saying unspoken. Draco sighed.

"Well they'll come around, it's just a matter of time before they loosen up," Draco said, not really knowing who her friends were but mostly talking about her father, "But if they don't, you know I'm always here."

[Samantha Snape]

Sam listened to the conversation silently for a moment. She didn't really have anything to add, and so she just listened. But, thinking of Angelina's offer of butterbeer made her think of what she had consumed that day, and the calorie counts of each item. She'd had a hard-boiled egg for breakfast, along with a glass of light soy milk; she calculated that this, all together, was a total of 138 calories - 78 for the egg, and 60 for the milk. For lunch she'd had a handful of strawberries; she knew there were twenty-eight calories in one cup, so she knew it was less than that; she'd assume she's consumed about ten calories for that.

In total, she'd only consumed about 150 calories, and it was already mid or late afternoon.

Being brought back into the conversation, Sam felt her mouth twitch upwards at the corners. It wasn't a smile, but it wasn't emotionless anymore, at least. "Thank you, Draco, that helps." Turning to Angelina, she said, "My holidays were fine, Ms. Angelina. Thank you for asking. And how were yours, if I may?" Unwaveringly polite, even if the voice in her head was telling her to tell both of them to go to hell, Sam ignored it. And besides, her mother would have wanted her to be polite.

She had raised Sam right, and Sam knew her father would want the same - if he even gave a fuakc anymore, at least.

[Angelina Johnson]

Angelina nodded; though she couldn’t say the same for Gryffindor; as most if not all were pro-Order, she understood where he was coming from. There were plenty of clashes in the student body against the sides of the war. It was sad, really; going against those you grew up with, you were once friends with, just because of a stupid belief of blood purity. Sometimes, it wasn’t even that; sometimes, it was whether or not they should kill the muggleborns and whatnot. Angelina didn’t believe in any of that; a wizard was a wizard, and a witch was a witch, simple as that. Besides, with Hermione Granger as the brightest witch of her age, how can one still believe that pure blood was better?

“Ah, those fights. We’ve heard of them in Gryffindor, you see.” she explained as to why she knew about them. For some odd reason or another, Gryffindor always found out about something, even if it had nothing to do with their house.

As Sam answered her; Angelina smiled slightly. Something about this girl was unnerving; not in that scary or creepy way…but more of that uncomfortable feeling. It seemed more like the girl wanted to be alone more than anything, but was tolerating their presence. “That’s good to hear. Mine were fine as well.”[/color] Understatement of the year. Her holiday was fun, and as interesting as one could get; well, what else would you expect when you’re dating a Weasley twin?

With Fred creeping into her mind once again, Angelina sighed; he was probably getting impatient. After all, she was never supposed to stop for a butterbeer anyways; he wanted her back as soon as she was done ‘scouting’ or whatever he wanted to call it. It would probably be best if she were to leave; plus it was getting somewhat awkward with her presence; perhaps it’d be best for the other two to catch up without her there. “Well, I must be off; Fred’s waiting for me and all.”[/color] she got up, grabbing her bag before turning back towards the Slytherins. “It was nice seeing you two again.” and with that she turned toward the counter and paid for her butterbeer, With one last wave goodbye at the table she previously sat at, Angelina made her way out of the pub and towards the apparition point. In the end, she decided not to curse Fred; because today was…interesting, to say the least.

Tagged: Draco, Sam, Open
Notes: N/A
Lyrics: What Have You Done by Wiithin Temptation.
Credits: Insane, Lyrics to Unwritten by Natasha Bedingfield

[draco]

Draco grinned and watched Angelina leave. At least he wasn't hated, even if he wore the dark mark on his arm. He wanted to remove it, but that was impossible. Stupid Voldemort. Stupid Mark. Smart Order.

"Sam, you sure you don't want something? I could get your father to force feed you," Draco joked, not getting why she didn't eat much, and since she seemed so small. Draco didn't want her to hurt herself by not eating, since when you don't eat, or eat little to no food, the body gets energy by eating up the muscles. He wanted Slytherin to win, plus she was his godfather's daughter, who he thought more of a father than Lucius was, because he gave more support to what Draco wanted, not the Dark Lord.