Returning (( Dawn ))

[danika]

This pathetic excuse for a school never changed. Dubledore was still the headmaster, and while me may have some skill with a wand, at his age he was probably entering some sort of dementia. What else could explain his behavior. He had no sense of where true power lay, and his loyalties were with all the wrong people. Not to mention the fact that he hired such completely incompetent professors. They were nothing but over-educated, under-talented witches and wizards on a power trip. They somehow insisted that they had things to teach these budding young minds, but she had yet to learn anything in these stone walls that she considered at all comparable to the lessons she learned from other sources. The Defense Against the Dark Arts classes were a particular nuisance. They consisted of weak attempts at educating students of the dark powers that they may encounter at some point in their life, but the classes were also so watered down and dated that the an attacking death eater would have blown away every student in the class before they even realized it was darkness they were dealing with.

Today seemed to be a particularly frustrating day. The morning was spent in Herbology, a rather regrettable way to spend ones morning. The teacher…Sprout, yes, that was it, a rather fitting name for a teacher so filthy she probably grew weeds in her hair, was a Hufflepuff through and through. While the badger house was not quite as bad as Gryffindor, they played a close second. Herbology had been followed by History of Magic—the worlds most boring class taught by the worlds most boring teacher, and then it was DADA. The topic today had been some curse that no one ever used anymore anyway. She supposed it wasn’t all bad though. At least if all the students were never taught what was truly important, it would make her job easier in the end.

It was late afternoon by the time she finally made her way back to she Slytherin common room. While it was not quite the sanctuary she wished that it was, it was a large improvement over the rest of the school, where mubbloods ran rampant. After stepping through, she took a deep breath before moving forward towards a couch near the fire. Settling her self down she look at the flames for a moment before she decided it was high past time to get out of these suffocating robes. She felt as it she was trapped in some fashion loophole where no style advances were allowed. Now perhaps it was a classic look, but she never was one to follow the safe, classic path. With the aid of her wand, her shirt was replaced by a hair of trouser cut jeans, her shoes by emerald heels, and her sweater by a button down black shirt trimmed with emerald embroidery on the cuffs and colors. After nodding in approval, she adjusted her position on the couch before conjuring her sketchpad, and prepared herself for a few moments in her own world of design.

[dawn]

Carriage wheels clicked the road as it rolled up to the stairs at the foot of Hogwarts School. The door opened as a girl walked out. A man walked to the door and commented. "I'll get your bags for you."
Turning herself around she picked three bags out of the compartment. "It's fine. I got them." She spoke half hearted as she turned on her heels and jogged up the stone stairs. Turning she pushed her pack onto the vast oak door and made her way into the school. The girl's eyes widdened as the warmth from the fire caressed her silk face. She began to inhale with a grin as the smell of dinner still lingered in the midits of the hall. Walking across the marble floor to a downstairs stairwell her shoes clicked the floor almost mimicking the sound of the carraige previously. Stepping off the last stair of the staircase. The fire sconces on the walls lit. The girl walked down a long hallway with the bags hitting her sides. Turning left and another left, she walked a little farther as she stopped at a suit of armor. "Quiberon Quafflepunchers." She spoke strong, not stuttering to slur the password. Slowly and wall moved aside as a passage was shown. Stepping through she walked a three stepp hallway and up two stairs and found herself at the foot of a vast room.

"Home sweet Home." she said in a short snark remark to herself. Setting her bags aside she knelt down to one and took out a white box as well as a small ruby red box with a black ribbon around it. Closing the bag up, she took out her wand and pointed at the three bags. Soon they vanished. Bringing the boxs and her wand over to the sitting arangment in the heart of the room. Pointing her wand to a spot between the couch and the fireplace a plush black and gold chair appeared. Grinning, she placed the small ruby box on the coffee table in front of her and sat down indian style in the chair she summoned. Putting her wand at her side she placed the white box upon her legs. Pulling her hair back into a messy bun. She fixed her glasses comfortably.

Glancing up she noticed a girl on the couch beside her. She looked comfortable as she as entralled into her sketch pad. "Good evening Dankia." Dawn spoke in a friendly tone as she clasped her hands on top of her box.

[draco]

"What in the bloody hell do you think you are doing!?" Draco sounded as a student, no idea how old or how young he was, bumped into him in the hall. "We are the only two in the bloody hallway, are you mad?" Pushing the boy back into the wall, he brown haired kid fell to the ground. "Lucky you are, you troll." Draco spit at the boy as he walked the rest of the way down the hall and toward the staircase. On his exit his cloak flew behind him in fury. Jogging down the stairs, the case began to change direction. "Damn." He said as she stopped mid case and leaned on the banister. Tapping his finger tips he watched as a few students walked past him toward the fifth floor. After about two minutes of waiting, the stair case finally moved back to the ground floor. Standing up straight again, he made his way down to the floor. Stepping off the last stair Draco turned left and started down to the kitchen hallway. He was about to turn in for the night, but of course a snack would be ideal. Walking up to the tapestry, he tickled the pear and a door appeared- as always. Opening the door, he stepped thought into the kitchen. Crossing his arms at his chest, an elf noticed his presents. "Mr Malfoy Sir, How may I assist you?" Another one with a green tint to its skin spoke, "Anything I can do for you?" Two more elves ran up to him and annoyed with with wracking questions. "I'm here for food, not someone to nag me. Fetch me two apples." Two of the elves nodded and went to get his order while the others stood silently. "Don't you have something better to do like scrub the toilets or something?" Draco questioned as they looked toward Draco and nodded and went on their way back to their jobs.

He didn't wait long before the two elves came back. Both with baskets of apples to choose from. "Ah, this one and... this one." Draco picked two red apples out. Chomping down on one, the crunch was almost mouth watering in its own. Taking the bitten apple out of his mouth he held it with his left hand. Tossing the other apple in his right hand, he caught it as it fell gracefully back down into his palm. Turning around, he walked out of the kitchen through the tapestry. Chewing the first apple, he was quite satisfied. And Draco, being the skillful guy he as always been, tossed the other apple repeatedly up and down in his right hand.

Walking across the floor, he walked toward the staircase and made his way toward the dungeons; aka the Slytherin Common Room. He arrived at the suit of armor only about four minutes later. Speaking the password, with half of his mouth full of apple, the wall side open and he walked through. Finishing his first apple, he tossed the core in a near by garbage can. Now, tossing the remaining apple from left to right hand, he looked around the room to see who was there. The Girl's dorm door closed as she glanced to that side of the room. The guy's dorm door was open, as always. Walking down one stair to the inlay ed center of the room, he noticed there were two girls. One, Danika Yakov, who was two years younger than himself. And another, Dawn McGrogan who was in his same year. Glancing up to the wall, the night was still young and the Prince had nothing better to do. Walking over to the sitting area, Draco jumped the arm of a leather back chair and sat slouched, but comfortably with his leg over the opposing arm. Rolling the apple in his right palm, he looked at the two ladies, "Seems you two are having a fabulous night, doing nothing." The sarcasm rolled off his lips as he bit into the apple with a juicy chomp.

[danika]

She was not alone long, not that she expected to be. For some reason, Slytherins had some special gift at coming to join her when she settled down to bring to life a moment of inspiration. This evening it was a gown idea for the Christmas Ball they had at home. A very dramatic asymmetrical design that would be perfect for the occasion. She had only the roughest lines sketched out when she heard a familiar, and not completely unwelcome voice. It was Dawn, a seventh year who came from a strong family and was one of the few young women at this dreaded school who had the essentials in live - blood, money, power and the attitude to pull it off. She and Dawn were far from close. They had only shared a few scattered conversations and their fathers had met on business a time or two, but there was a silent understanding between them anyway.

Glancing up from her pages she saw that in Dawn's hands was also a sketchbook, and a hint of a smile curved across her lips. "It seems the muses are running rampant among us tonight." She let the words hand in the air for a moment, expecting no answer or reply as they were meant as a statement of greeting. If Dawn's company had been unwelcome, her words would have been much sharper.

The pair worked for a moment longer before she noticed someone moving and sitting in a nearby chair, thought she never lifted her gaze to see who it was. Her gaze only lifted after his sarcasm hung in the air for a few seconds, her golden brown eyes steady upon him before she answered "Ah, your night filled with such exotic events that you could hardly spare a moment? Or have you been up to the usual ordering of house elves and speaking with your mouth full?" She let her voice drop for a moment, a sly smile barely visible. "And any civilized wizard would hardly consider the creation of art nothing, and I would like to think the blood that courses through your veins and the family you were raised in taught you something of civility."

It was not that Draco was unworthy. He certain deserved some respect with his ancestry and their loyalty to purifying the magical race, but sarcasm never got anyone far with her. It was asking for trouble, and she was far from the habit of letting anyone get away with such behavior.

[draco]

Draco pulled his legs down from the arm of the chair, and sat up so that he sat in the leather back seat correctly. Sitting back he crossed his arms about his chest. Swallowing the bit of apple he had left in his mouth he replied back to Danika snarly. "You think you know me oh so well Miss. Yakov..." he shook his head and looked into the fire. "You know no more about me than Pottuh does. And that rat knows nothing of my sort." Draco was actually talking in a normal volume, but with his normal cold responses. Taking another bite of bit apple Draco leaned forwards and looked at Dawn McGrogan, a fellow seventh year Slytherin. She was a known noble family, but defiantly not as noble as the Malfoys. Draco knew of her family and what they were known for, but they were defiantly not layed on a high pedestal. "So, Dawn thy precious little fashionista. Spend all of daddy's money today?" Referring to the three boxes in front of her. He smirked and narrowed his eyes at the blond girl across the room from himself. "I bet you don't have nearly enough riches to your name as I do." he paused and waited for a reaction. "Makes you worried how you will end up when daddy dies."

Draco looked at the rest of his apple and noticed he was finished. Throwing it merely ten feet away, the apple landed into the fire. Leaning back into the seat, he looked at both girls sizing their attitudes up. Danika is a little fifth year spitfire. She chooses her attitude from the other person. She doesn't think much, merely goes off of if she feels threatened. Dawn on the other hand is know as the 'Crude Slytherin Prefect'. But lately she has been softening up. Draco knew this would happen in time. A girl was never fit to take charge. The only women he knew who could was his mother as well as aunt, and Dawn never scummed to their superiority. Draco smirked in the shallow light toward the blond vixen and the redish brunette vamp. He knew he was firing up their tempers. This is what entertained him, seeing people heated over matter of fact words.

[dawn]

Pulling a deep purple cloth bag from her pocket, she pulled golden warmth draw string and pulled out a piece of charcoal. Placing it on her sketching pad in front of her she nodded her head toward Danika, after her comment. Turning her head, she looked toward the fire. It seemed as if it had been lit for a while, but still giving off much warmth. The lite from the flame showed shadows around the room. It was intriguing to her. She seemed to be caught into a thought. "You know this..." Dawn began as her attention was quickly veered off course toward a new accompaniment to the two. Draco Malfoy. He was in the same year as herself. Dawn respected him- but felt that his attitude was used uber too much. Listening to his babble Dawn picked up her charcoal and began to outline something on the parchment. Making a comment, Danika finished on Draco. He must have felt that he couldn't live up to her, so he began on Dawn.

Paying only half attention to him, Dawn kept drawing. She heard every word coming out of his mouth but didn't understand why he was speaking half the things. 'Bored, he must be.' she thought as she bent her legs up on her seat, and put her back into the corner of her chair. Looking over to Draco, once he was silent for a minute or so she spoke. "Excuse me, Malfoy. Were you directing your babble to me?" She fell silent for a moment as she glanced at Danika seeing if she was holding the other end of the conversation. " You best not be. It seemed as if you were speaking to a bloody mudblood. And me of all people- I am Not A Mudblood." her voice seemed to double Draco's normal cold tone. Let alone, Dawn's glare could freeze the boy in his seat. "And If you were in fact directing your nonsense gibberish to me. All I must say. To a real person manners and honest wealth; gloating to someone whom you already know scummed your own personal net worth is never honest. You must have less than me if you only dwell on that factor of me and my family." Dawn's comment seemed to roll of her tongue without a second thought. She was the same age as Draco, but she seemed to own in when it came to maturity.

Glancing at the albino boy, Dawn's eyes moved over to Danika to her right on the couch. "I actually thought this evening was going to be alright. Sitting here conversing slightly while relaxing in front of the fire. But we both were rudely interrupted by this obviously self- centers scum."