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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]

It was a bit pathetic, if anyone was to ask him. He doubted they much would, of course, but that didn't change the fact that he still thought it pathetic. This kid, apparently trying to trap him up in a tree. Like that was going to help him win.

"Oi. Don't you have better things to do?" Draco called down with a sneer.

[fire_punk]

It was just inconvenient. Apparently, the other boy wanted to fight now. Kevin scowled. Well, fine. He could deal with that. He looked around for the right size stone.

"Don't you?"

[mudbloodhater]

"No. I'm busy," Draco snapped back. "And even if I weren't busy, I wouldn't have any time to spend on the likes of you." With that, he twisted where he sat, legs wrapped tight around the branch like a wider, more comfortable broomstick, and retrieved himself a coconut.

Someone stop them before they kill each other!

[fire_punk]

Kevin's eyes narrowed as he saw the other boy reach for a coconut. He grabbed a rock the size of his fist and threw it as hard as he could at the blond. "Who said I wanted to spend time with you, anyway?" he spat.

that's Kevin's fault. completely his.

[mudbloodhater]

He threw up one hand to protect his face, hastily muttering repeatedly to himself a Shield Charm in hopes that it would work even without his wand. It did, thankfully, the rock bouncing away harmlessly. To Kevin, it likely would have seemed as though the rock hit a branch before it reached Draco.

"Fuck off, then!" Draco hissed, holding his coconut close to his chest. He wasn't about to let that thing go, and he wasn't deluding himself that he'd be able to do much magic at this point. It was lucky enough that he could use a Shield Charm, and it was a weak one at that.

He thought Draco was gonna brain him with a coconut!

[fire_punk]

"Why, so you can kill me as soon as my back's turned?"

Like Kevin would trust this stranger farther than he could throw him. Not when he'd already been nearly murdered once.

r u d e

[mudbloodhater]

"No, so I can eat my bloody breakfast without people bothering me every moment, and trying to throw rocks at my head!" Though judging by the look on his face, the blond was starting to think pitching the coconut at the other kid wasn't a half-bad idea. Maybe it would silence him, at the very least.

Pffft... Draco was ruder.

[fire_punk]

"I wasn't bothering you until you bothered me."

Kevin sneered as he picked up another stone in case the blond did decide to throw the coconut at him.

you sound like you expected something else.

[mudbloodhater]

Draco rolled his eyes, very much doubting it could be seen from that distance. "Please. I was sitting here. And then you decided that me sitting here was reason enough for fisticuffs. If I planned on killing you, I could have done it before you even knew I was here."

With how messed up those two already are? Not really.

[fire_punk]

"I decided to fight you? You threatened me!"

Kevin was nearly pouting by this point. This whole thing wasn't fair. He wasn't even supposed to be here. He was supposed to safely in Vegas. "And you'd have had to climb out of the tree to kill me."

:B

[mudbloodhater]

This time, he leaned back heavily against the tree, shooting Kevin a displeased sneer. "When I asked you what you were doing raising your fists to me when all I was doing was sitting here? Is that what you're calling 'threatening' at this point? Because you have no idea how threatening I can be," Draco stated, voice low, but pitched well enough to still be heard.

*pout*

[fire_punk]

No, it wasn't what Kevin was talking about. Not that he was going to say that. "Please, I've seen a lot worse than a kid hiding in a tree," he scoffed.

[mudbloodhater]

"So says the prick unable to find even so much as a safe place to sleep. I'm not a child. Don't treat me like one," he snapped, eyes scanning the ground. He wondered if he wouldn't be able to somehow just get Kevin away from him, so he could at least move. Right now, he was trapped.

[fire_punk]

"Don't treat you like, what?" Kevin spat back, his face twisting with disdain. "A scaredy-cat who's afraid to climb out of a tree?"

If the blond was this afraid to get near him, he couldn't be too much of a threat. Not that he would risk turning his back on him.

[mudbloodhater]

"I'm comfortable," Draco drawled instead, his sneer turning into a smug smile for a forced moment. "It hasn't got anything to do with you."

[fire_punk]

Kevin scoffed loudly. "Sure. Then let's see you climb down. Or are you stuck?"

[mudbloodhater]

"I'm not a bloody idiot, you know. I'm not coming down there to prove a point, only to have you stab me in the back." He kicked his legs thoughtfully against the trunk of the tree, shifting his weight to accommodate it more like he would a broomstick during Quidditch practice.

Then he hooked his ankles together securely, and swung beneath the branch, crossing his arms over his chest as he gave Kevin a dry stare. "I'm not stuck."

[fire_punk]

"You must be an idiot if you think I can stab you without a knife."

He laughed at Draco, not unkindly but in genuine amusement. "That makes you look like a monkey with no tail."

[mudbloodhater]

"It's a figure of speech, you moron," Draco sneered, rolling his eyes. "And it's more than you can manage, apparently. Since you're still on the ground."

He shifted, rolling himself back atop the branch with minimal difficulty.

[fire_punk]

The words stung more than Kevin wanted to admit. "Fuck you," he spat. "As if climbing trees makes you so great."

[mudbloodhater]

He smirked down at the other boy, straightening a little. He was gaining a little ground, if even metaphorically, and if even just as long as he was up in the air. "Struck a nerve, have I?"

[fire_punk]

Kevin glared at the boy, wishing desperately for his powers. His own and those he'd stolen from Louis. Let this asshole taunt him then. He picked up another small rock. And gasped. One of the leaves in the blond boy's tree was smoking.

[mudbloodhater]

And one right near his ear, too. It took Draco a moment to realise, but then he was yelping, scooting about a foot away from it onto the branch. "What the hell?" He demanded, glowering at it like it had just decided to catch alight; reaching out to swat the leaf down from the tree to smoulder down to the ground.

[fire_punk]

Kevin smirked up at him. "You might want to avoid anything that can burn," he taunted. "Or maybe you'd just like to leave."

The other kid didn't need to know it was a mostly idle threat. Kevin was almost as surprised as he was that the leaf had burned.

[mudbloodhater]

"You might want to-"

He bit his tongue, making a noise of absolute annoyance at that point instead of continuing with the rather nasty retort. Running his tongue now against the back of his teeth, he narrowed his eyes down at Kevin, "That wasn't even you."