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the boy looked somewhat familiar, maybe, but scorpius couldn’t figure anything out when the other would hardly meet his gaze. chances were he looked different in twenty years, anyway, when the war was over and time had taken its toll. “and how exactly do you think umbridge would have handled this mess?” if his tone was incredulous it was because scorpius stood in absolute disbelief, stunned by pure idiocy. the reputation of umbridge could never pass muster when compared to that of dumbledore. “the clean up crew?” scorpius asked, not sure if the other was being sarcastic or if they had an actual clean up crew for this type of situation,. if so, it wasn’t something that had stuck around into his time, but it was probably more relevant for a time when war was definitely on the horizon, if he had remembered his history books correctly. “what do you mean by that?”
Vacant, dull icy blues appeared to be captivated by the shine of his own shoes as Draco continued to divert his attention. Paying heed to any of the time travelling individuals could only lead to him being distracted from his mission, something that he simply could not afford. Not now when he finally had a plan that he could put into motion. The nerves of his fingertips twitching, he stuffed his hands into the pockets of his robes, his posture increasingly detached from the situation at hand. “Umbridge brought order to this school. She had connections to the Ministry. There is an entire room in the Department of Mysteries devoted to time. I’m sure she would have thought of something.” Nodding his head, his tone was derisive when he talked of Potter, like it always was, but it lacked real bite, was less directed toward the boy himself and stand stemmed more from growing frustration and futility. “The clean up crew, Potter and his friends? Wherever there is trouble, the three of them are never far behind. Always chasing after Dumbledore’s coattails.”















