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[Draco Malfoy]

Draco let out an unenthused, disregarding sigh as he wandered his pretty little self through the dungeons. He had traveled them, tamed them, and made them his home, a haven away from the dreaded man he was obligated to regard as 'father'. The platinum-haired boy's posture slackened some, for he was sure he was quite alone and didn't believe he honestly needed to look like he had a stick up his rump in his own bloody company, so he relaxed a bit and allowed his mind to wander.

Usually it was a dangerous thing when young men's minds wandered so. Usually it came to secks, and then to violence, and then perhaps to rock and roll..? Draco didn't really listen to music, though, so the latter can be fully ignored in this instance. He didn't know why exactly he didn't partake in the lyrical amusement of music - it honestly just never struck such a nerve that he must delve into it's shell further - his father barely let a sound in the house, much less music.

Draco licked his lips, finding himself somewhat craving female companionship ( among other things =p ) and perhaps just a bit less silence in the palpably dark dungeons, but have what you will at the moment. He slicked back his white-blond hair habitually, stealing another glance around the cobbled walls, ceilings, and pathways, still finding himself to be quite alone, so he wandered a bit further before coming into a small chamber. He let out a breath that only the stone replied to, echoing his slight annoyed tone as he took a seat against a wall, listening to the still, the dripping of water, and an occasional scuttle and squeek of the dungeon rats.

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[Alex Demon]

[shadow=black,left,300]Alex’s emerald eyes scanned her surroundings, as all the sounds suddenly dropped and all she could really hear was the sound of her footsteps hitting against the ground. She had grown bored of being around so many useless people, and came to a decision she might as well just have been alone. Her long blond hair rested against her shoulders, every now and then falling into her eyes; something she had come to ignore.

If she heard any other noises, her head didn’t turn around, she didn’t hesitate to go forward, she simply went on with her path. Plus, she didn’t actually believe anyone else would be lingering about the dungeons, but that was something that she could always be proven wrong about. As she continued to walk, her pace slowed down a bit as she saw someone sitting against the wall in the distance. Almost immediately, though, she continued on, curious as to who it was and if they would suit as any entertainment to her.

“Well, look who I found.” Alex said, once she had reached, who she knew perfectly well was Draco. If he knew her, that she would find out soon enough. She ran her right hand through her hair, brushing a stray piece that had fallen into her eyes, only to fall down again.

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[Draco Malfoy]

The noises afore mentions - still, dripping, and dungeon rats - were soon accompanied by another sound. A far off one, but it grew closer - footsteps. So I shant be alone after all, he thought, keeping his eyes trained on the wall across from him. His knees were up, legs slightly spread, his arms limp over his knees, pale pampered hands hanging uselessly, a finger twitching every now and again. He wore a black long sleeve shirt today - a black, linen tunic laced up, though still exposing his collar bone and a pretty, slim neck. Keeping in fashion, he had on a pair of black slacks and black leather ankle boots.

His bright hair had grown, and he had let it, the straight flaxen bangs touching mid-cheek, the back was a little bit shorter. The footsteps had grown impeccably loud now - to him, anyway, he hadn't heard much other than the little sounds for atleast an hour now. They soon came to a stop, he looking at the shoes of the person, deciding it was a girl due to foot size and the wash of scent, more perfume-like than cologne smelling. He licked his lips subconciously, enjoying the next sound - her voice. He was sure he recognized it, letting his eyes travel up her slim self, focusing on her eyes, a patented smirk curling upon his pale lips.

"You found me," he said simply, lifeless fingers twitching some as he spoke, star-colored hair falling from his pale face towards his ears. His voice was deep, amused, a tinted with a pinch of playful surrender. He pulled himself up rather gracefully, finding her gaze once again - he usually only kept hard, steady eye contact with girls in his house. "So now what are you going to do?" His cloudy-skies eyes flashed mischieviously, the storm in them shifting ever so slightly, as a magicking one's eyes might, though Draco never bewitched his tempest stare. He shifted ever so slightly so his back may touch the cool stone of the wall, keeping his temperature low like the ice king he is.

( Of course not =p )

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