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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]

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.