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Post by Aiyanna Boleyn on May 13, 2008 7:07:20 GMT 8
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Post by Draco Malfoy on May 13, 2008 7:39:27 GMT 8
Draco grumbled, annoyed. He had recently received word of his new mission. Of all the missions he had received thus far, this was the hardest. He was the only one who could possibly do this mission. It was dangerous. It was risky. It was something that not many people could do. But he had do, his life depended on it. He had to kill a young Princess. The easiest way to do such a thing would be to get her to like him. And he already had a plan formulating.
These thoughts filled his head as he walked through the labyrinth that was the dungeon. He came to the Potions classroom, and found students filing out. A lesson just ended, in a block that he had no classes in. How lucky of him. However, last, he noticed a lovely girl exiting. She had the air of superiority, of royalty. She held herself as such, and had expensive jewelry on. Besides, having seen her face, and the Dark Lord showing him her image, he easily identified her as the target.
Quietly, he followed her to an empty classroom. He smirked. What an interesting choice to go, really. Was she waiting for someone? Probably not, as she had simply placed her stuff on a table, and sunk into a chair. His smirk still upon his lips, he rapped the doorframe. "May I enter?" He questioned, raising his eyebrows in question. Oh, this would be fun.
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Post by Aiyanna Boleyn on May 13, 2008 7:54:59 GMT 8
Aiyanna Boleyn was still thinking of a way to get her brother out of a powerful position; just for now, so that he could have his for later, when he was King. She was leaning up against a desk as her brown hair lightly touched her shoulders. She looked to at the roof. What an unusually aged stone. This room must have been an add on. She smiled at the thought, After dear old Slytherin left Ravenclaw with a broken heart. She said nothing but looked at her hand… A stupid ring sealed her off from having any type of male relationship. Even here at Hogwarts! She gave little sigh.
"May I enter?"
Aiyanna looked up. Who is he to talk to me? she wondered, has he not heard of the engagement? She laughed at his presence. But nothing was comfortable about it. Something was up… He wanted something… Her? Well he certainly will not have her! He was of no higher authority than her so she did not rise like an English woman would do, she stayed seated. There was something about his icy grey eyes and blonde hair that appealed to her. But glancing at his robes she knew he was a Slytherin.
“What is it you want?” She snapped looking away from him. Oh, this will be fun.
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Post by Draco Malfoy on May 14, 2008 10:25:31 GMT 8
This would be a fun task. A girl from royal lines, one, as he had heard, was already engaged. Rumors spread like wildfire around the school, and he knew, for a face, she was engaged to one Elric Crawford, Prince of Wales. How in the world could he compete with a Prince? Draco was no prince, but, should these be times of old, he would be considered noble. But it was not good enough. It was not the old times, and even noble wouldn’t cut it. Nobles married nobles, royalty married royalty. Sure, they were oft seen together, but they did not court, unless they wished to be banished from court. All this he knew from books of the old times, a time that fascinated Draco.
Draco watched her look up, slightly astonished. Then she nearly glared at him, as if daring him to come nearer. She did not rise, of course. She was a Princess, and it was he that would rise for her, and most definitely not the other way around. He wondered if he was supposed to follow court rules, and bow, but he did not, in case he was to embarrass himself.
He was surprised when the girl snapped at him. Not many people dared to use such a tone with him and, if she were not Princess, he would’ve hexed her right here. In another matter, what should he say? He most certainly couldn’t tell her that he was here to win her heart and then kill her. But what would be a good motive for coming here? An idea popped in his head, and, using the wordless magic he had learned the year before, conjured a lovely quill of fine quality, one very similar to the one poking out from her bag, which he banished without her noticing, into his hand that was behind him. He pulled it out from behind his back, and flourished it in front of her. “My lady, I noticed that you had dropped your lovely quill, and wished to return it to you.” He answered, approaching slowly, stopping in front of her, holding out the remarkable feather quill.
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Post by Aiyanna Boleyn on May 15, 2008 6:39:35 GMT 8
Elric Crawford was a sticky situation with Anna. She hated him a little… For his ignorance while she loved him for his smile. Over all everyone else thought they would make a good couple. But that was beside the point. It was her duty. And you do as duty calls. Or at least that is what she had been taught.
This kid as she could tell was not prince… Not even royalty to say the least… And why was he just standing there? He looked quite odd with his blonde hair; she thought that he would look better as a brown haired boy. But his eyes suited him; so icy and grey. She looked up at him once more.
“My lady, I noticed that you had dropped your lovely quill, and wished to return it to you.”
She glanced at him. At once she wondered if it was her Veela bloodline getting to her. “Who are you?” She smiled as she rose to grab the quill out of his hands.[/color]
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Post by Draco Malfoy on May 20, 2008 8:07:44 GMT 8
Draco noticed that Aiyanna looked at him in a funny way. So, he gave a slight bow, a slight blush creeping onto his pale cheeks. He wasn’t the type to act as if someone were higher than him, and he didn’t like to. He already put up with doing so in the presence of the Dark Lord, and now he had to do it now. Well, he didn’t have to do it, but unless he wanted to be killed for failing in his attempts, he would have to.
He noticed that Aiyanna looked him over, taking in his whole self. Draco was glad that he had just brushed his hair, and that he did not have a grimy look, else he would have been horrified in front of this lovely Princess. She spoke, rising to take her quill. As she did so, he noticed that she had a lovely smile, very pretty. “I’m Draco Malfoy, Highness.” He murmured, watching her. She really was a pretty girl. Pity she wasn’t a Slytherin, and that he had to kill her eventually. Oh well, that’s how things went, sometimes.
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Post by Aiyanna Boleyn on May 22, 2008 9:19:23 GMT 8
Anna laughed slightly to herself as he bowed, she could tell right away that he wasn’t accustomed to bowing to someone higher than him. Typical Slytherin. She looked once more at the prefect badge pinned to his robes.
She was glad that he had at least enough sanity to comb his hair this morning. Mind you it took a good hour for her to get looking this good also.
“I’m Draco Malfoy, Highness.”
Anna was happy that she wasn’t a Slytherin, they were just so... So... Ambitious. Like the sorting hat said, there had to be a reason that he was in here if not he wouldn’t waste his time.
"I Thank you, dear Draco Malfoy, Slytherin prefect." She muttered, `But why, I wonder is your reason for being here?"
(I fixed it, but I have to memorize an invisible keyboard. lol)
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Post by Draco Malfoy on May 23, 2008 8:11:03 GMT 8
Draco looked up, catching a hint of laughter in Aiyanna's eyes. She was laughing at him! How rude, really. To be laughing at a guest. However, he could somewhat understand her. He had bowed late, and stifly. A rather odd bow, really. Frankly, he was glad that he didn't have to bow to the Dark Lord, because that would horrify him. And he most likely wouldn't do that.
"You are welcome. But, I am not a prefect. I'm Head Boy. It's higher than prefect, and comes with more privelages than prefect. Also, it means I'm more trustworthy than some others in this school, apparantly." He didn't care to add that it was helpful that his aunt was the Headmistress, and could influence the decision. However, she didn't have complete control over the factor, as shown with Granger getting Head Girl.
"I told you, lady, I wished to return your quill. It does look expensive, for a quill. I would not like to loose such a thing, nor have someone find it, yet not return it." Draco said, slightly surprised. No, it wasn't the only reason he was here, and it was a fabricated reason in the first place. But he was not about to tell her his true reason, what the whole point of this was.
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