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[mudbloodhater]

WHO | Draco and OPEN
WHAT | Draco's escaped the Cornucopia unscathed, but for how much longer?
WHEN | the day after the Cornucopia
WHERE | Q5, and thereabouts
WARNINGS | language. This is Draco, after all.

He'd gotten away from the Cornucopia, albeit empty-handed, but with his life still intact. Judging by the look of things over there, in that initial five minute span, he was lucky that way. Swimming across what felt like half of the entire Arena - not that he had any idea how big the bloody thing was, though it certainly felt huge - had taken up most of his stamina for the evening, and he had climbed the first tree that looked secure enough to hold him, and passed out for the night.

And now it was morning; Draco had very nearly fallen out of his temporary home when he'd forgotten where he was, the danger he was in. As he recovered, he sat there still, still clinging to the tree as he tried to think of just how he got there. Portkey? The Dark Lord wasn't much above that. Which meant that this could plausibly be a method of punishing him for not doing his job fast enough. But this was just cruel and unusual.

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[mudbloodhater]

"Then why in the hell are you making comments about my school, like you do?" Draco demanded, looking more like a lost puppy with a worse bark than bite than anything else. He had no intention of lashing out and trying to hurt Alex, not with himself up in the tree and without a weapon. If he'd had his wand, maybe it would have been a different story, but even then, he couldn't see where that would get him.

[luckofthedevil]

Barking mad. That's what this guy was. He thought he was a wizard attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Maybe it was time to go. It was the loony ones you really had to watch out for; they were more unpredictible than the others.

Alex tried to look as non-threatening as possible. "Look, mate, I didn't mean anything by it. Hogwarts is a lovely school. Would go there myself if I could."

[mudbloodhater]

He just glared down at Alex.

"You are such a condescending prick," he stated, not much caring if the comment got him killed. "If you can't go there, then that means you're either a Squib or a Muggle - I'm laying my bets on the second, by the looks of you - and that means you shouldn't know about the bloody place to begin with."

Draco snapped off the branch of his tree, pitching it uselessly down at Alex. "Leave me alone, will you."

[luckofthedevil]

Alex just stepped to the side and let the frond land next to him. "Look, I'm not the one here who thinks he goes to a fictional magic school. You really should have read some other books, mate." He shrugs as he looks up at Draco. "Either way, I don't care. I don't want to kill you, or anyone else."

[mudbloodhater]

"I don't go to a fictional magic school," he snapped, staring down bewildered. "And what are you playing at - books? I read plenty, and I have no idea what the hell you're talking about."

Draco shifted uncomfortably up in his tree, bracing himself on the branch as he tried to rearrange lanky limbs without falling. At least he wasn't about to die here; that was enough for him.

[luckofthedevil]

Alex shook his head. "I've met a lot of crazy people in my life, but you really take the cake. The Harry Potter books? Best-sellers for ten years? Every schoolchild in Britain was reading them." And the rest of the world too, but let's start small.

[mudbloodhater]

His eyebrows lifted disbelievingly, and Draco rolled his eyes hard enough to nearly pull something. "Please. You're telling me they wrote books about that prick? He's never done anything worth reading about, unless you count spreading pointless lies and getting himself into ridiculous amounts of trouble. It's a wonder Granger and Weasley ever made Prefect, what with all Potter's bloody carrying on."

[luckofthedevil]

This was starting to reach new levels of weirdness. Of course, he had somehow been kidnapped right out of a plane flying over the Atlantic Ocean and stuck into an Arena where he was supposed to try to kill everyone else. High levels of weirdness had already been reached.

"Well of course a Slytherin would think that."

It wasn't that Alex had figured out who Draco was. He'd just recognized the fact most of the other houses didn't talk about the Trio in that manner.

[mudbloodhater]

"Oh, sod off. How would you even know? You're a bloody Muggle. Or a Squib with good connections," he snapped, cheeks flushing slightly with annoyance. And embarrassment, but- No, it was mostly annoyance. No one talked to a Malfoy that way and got away with it.