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[ferretface_git]

His roommate never. left. the bloody. compound. EVER. He was always around, always quiet and staring and infuriatingly impossible to rattle. Even Nagini failed for frighten him off, which Draco was certain was a sure sign he wasn't human. Something nasty and soulless, of course. Or worse: Someone brave and pure of heart or some such nonsense.

But this was a special day. He was blissfully alone, Nagini having slithered out to sun herself in all the terrible heat, and his roommate gone off... to do whatever it is those types do. Draco didn't want to think about it. At the moment, he was propped up on a stack of pillows, and while they didn't compare to the down-filled linens he'd of course had back home, enchanted to always stay fluffed and warm, but it was better than nothing, he supposed. He had a heavy tome propped in his lap. An ancient book of black magic, similar to the copy from his father's library which he'd thumbed through multiple times throughout his childhood.

Today, all it did was make him miserably depressed. Not that anyone could tell the difference.

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[alethioliar.livejournal.com]

"Oh, it'll come to you..." Lyra loftily replied; it was probably obvious that she sounded much more like her usual self in that teasing moment.

If one were to have looked closely at her they might have caught all the telltale signs of a young girl fresh from a good cry, but by the way Lyra carried herself just then - chin lifted, shoulders square, spine straight - a person could have also deduced that it would have been difficult, and possibly disastrous, to remind her of that embarrassing fact.

"Later," she finished.

[of-badfaith.livejournal.com]

"Right, of course. Later. When I'm alone and can finally have some bloody peace," he said, sounding very tired and exasperated and maybe, possibly, a little bit amused. He shook her loose then, lifting his arms abruptly to break her hold and taking a moment to straighten his wrinkled clothes.

"Are you finished?" he asked, and from anyone else it might've been an 'are you okay?'.

[alethioliar.livejournal.com]

"I think so," Lyra bemusedly replied as she eased back and scrubbed a hand across her face. Truthfully, she still felt a bit wonky and the problem wasn't even close to being solved, but she also felt refreshed, refocused, drawn away from the edge of a remarkably self-pitying state.

"My God, I'm starved." Only as she spoke the words did her belly fully understand just how famished she truly was. Lyra'd had nought but a bit of fruit before that horrid run in the sweltering heat, and that emptiness was probably partially to blame for her feeling light enough to be carried away on a slight draft.

[of-badfaith.livejournal.com]

"What, did you cry out the memory of how to get to the kitchen?" he asked, arching a brow at her, knowing just what he was risking in bringing up her recent waterworks.

[alethioliar.livejournal.com]

Lyra sent another glower his way for good measure. Fortunately for Draco she simply didn't have it in her to slap him around a bit just then. Instead, she wrinkled her nose and released a light sigh, almost as if working up to standing again.

"You're not going to change my mind so easily, you know," she said as Pan climbed back up into her lap, his fur a soft comfort along the inside of her wrist. "But I'll leave you to it. I suppose you have earned maybe a few minutes of quiet," drawled as she stood.

[of-badfaith.livejournal.com]

For one insane moment he actually thought of asking to go with her, but he quickly stifled the urge, more than a little disgusted with himself.

"How generous of you," he drawled, leveling her with a blank look, relaxing to see that she'd at least stopped blubbering.