silver tongued.

draco malfoy. 18. slytherin. i'm bored already.

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gravely-serious:

Kadrea’s expression turned into a pout. She hadn’t been told to watch her language since she was a child, and she didn’t appreciate the comment.  Who did he think he was?

Kadrea stepped back, finding a target for her nervous feelings. “You could say that. Plenty of unsavory characters are out by then.” She eyed him carefully. “I’m sure you understand.”

"Of course,” Draco’s words came out slow and thick, as if he were weighing each syllable down as his gaze raked up and down the strange woman standing before him. There was no telling who she was or where she came from--an Order sympathizer? A mole for the Death Eaters? There were a thousand and one different disguises or personas this girl took on in his mind; it made Draco itch to draw his cloak tighter around him to hide his own identity from her.

“Though surely, as a witch braving these streets in our current state of affairs, you manage to look after yourself quite fine...don’t you?”

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itshjpthechosenone:

“"Are you aware that you sound like an idiot every time you open your mouth to say something?”

“Is it idiocy, Potter, or do I just have the balls to say what everyone else in the room is thinking?”

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“I suppose,” Draco commented dryly as he flipped through a tattered book before him, more to himself than anyone else. “You don’t have anything that doesn’t reek of secondhand misuse and charity?”

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phillipkingsbury:

The voice which answered him, and the sneering face which went with it, were unfortunately familiar. But Phillip chose not to think much of it. He’d irritated many people in his life, especially lately. “I’ve noticed, actually, that’s why I was asking. Really, Leia from Star Wars not ringing any bells?” He eyed the younger man’s costume, elegant but hard for Phillip to place at the moment. “She’s a bit more recognizable than you are, at least. I’ll go with… Posh Secondary School Boy Drinking Dad’s Money Away? If so, you’ve nailed it.”

"Afraid not,” Draco managed with a blank look encompassing his features. He probably should have updated himself on Muggle terminology and pop culture before attending this event, but to be frank, he didn’t care enough. He narrowed his eyes at the older man’s insinuation, very much wanting to spit in his face and hex him into oblivion. Tempting. “Likewise, you fit the role of the prick quite nicely.”

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ronsxweasleys:

“It’s not the only thing,” Ron grumbled. There were plenty of other things on his mind, like the task at hand. The food just happened to be really good.“Must you be so intolerable all the time? Does it ever get exhausting?” 

"Is it intolerance, or am I merely the only one in the room who doesn’t pity you for your lack of wealth and feels free to call you out on your bullshit? Tell me, Weasley, have you ever considered that people are kind to you out of embarrassment for your family’s fiscal situation?”

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norsefenrir:

“This hunch punch shit is too fucking sweet.”

“Hunch punch? What in the bloody hell is that?”

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ronsxweasleys:

“Actually, I think that one is dressed like you,” Ron pointed out a muggle in devil horns. He couldn’t stop his eyes from rolling at Draco’s dramatics. “At least the food is decent.”

“Your originality is boundless, Weasley,” Draco deadpanned, barely suppressing the urge to spit at Weaselbee’s feet. Filthy Blood Traitor that he was. “Imagine that, Weasley, the first and only thing on your mind is the food.”

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phillipkingsbury:

“Lizzie? Lizzie? Oh for god’s sake…” Phillip pivoted several times, trying to catch a glimpse of his sister’s braid-bedecked head in the crowd, but there were so many bodies milling about that he couldn’t spot her anywhere. Why did they need punch? He shouldn’t have gone for it, he should have just… okay, well, Accio-ing it across a crowd of Muggles was probably a bad idea. But still. Now, keep calm, Phill, she’s a grown woman, and these are… probably all Muggles. More likely than not. He took a deep breath, in through his nose and out through his mouth. He was just getting worked up by the crowd and the fact that he hadn’t seen Elizabeth, or even spoken to her, in two years. It would be okay. He would find her. Maybe… maybe he should just ask around? Someone might have spotted her. Phillip turned and tapped the nearest person on the shoulder. “Pardon me, you haven’t seen a rogue Leia wandering around and shoving her blaster in people’s faces, have you?”

“A rogue what wondering around where?” Draco sneered, his upper lip curling in mild distaste. He’d hoped that he could have been left alone for the rest of this blasted event in peace--perhaps he’d even be able to snag a corner where he could drink in solitude with his thoughts. But then this fumbling, bumbling fool came along. And he looked...strangely familiar.

“If you haven’t noticed, there’s hundreds of people milling about the place. No one’s really stuck out much.”

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owencavendish:

Halloween was arguably Owen’s favourite holiday, and though the Order was on high alert in case of a Death Eater attack, he had prepared equally for both festivities and combat. After a glass or two of spiked cider, he was practically glowing with excitement. Noticing a familiar silhouette through the crowd, he eagerly made his way towards them, breaking into an ear-splitting grin as he came within earshot. “Trick or treat!“

“Will you stop that? For Godric’s sake, someone might see.” Draco snapped with an exaggerated eyeroll. “This isn’t a children’s candy coma adventure.”

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itshjpthechosenone:

“Piss off ferret.” Harry said as he glanced up at Draco. “What are you even supposed to be dressed as anyways? The point of a fancy dress party is to actually dress up.” 

"That seems to be your favorite comeback; it’s a pity, really, that Gryffindors are often taught their reckless bravery is a more useful tool than wit.” He hopped off the wall, brushing his trousers off before straightening to full height. “Obviously I’m in costume, Potter; just because I’m not dressed as a fool doesn’t mean I haven’t come in disguise.”

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visaliavicario:

“I think it is always best to keep one’s lips a little preoccupied… But you would not know anything about that, sì?”

"Awfully presumptuous to assume what one is and isn’t educated with. Then again, between the two of us, I’m not the one suffering a severe case of what the Americans call DSL.”

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sariaxxyoung:

“You’re not gonna find Firewhiskey around here. Jack Daniels, maybe, or – or whatever they got in London. This is no-maj territory.”

"Don’t remind me; I’m not entirely convinced it’s the Death Eaters the Muggles need protection from and not merely their own idiocy.”

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ronsxweasleys:

One moment Ron was in the Burrow, and in the next he wasn’t. The Floo spell had worked and he found himself on the outskirts of the party. This time it was a party he wouldn’t be enjoying. Much like a game of chess, each move had to be calculated. There were lives at play, and Ron couldn’t afford to be distracted. But when his eyes landed on the snack table– well, maybe he could afford a few minutes of distraction. He was so focused on stacking food onto a plate he almost missed the fact that he wasn’t alone. Almost. “Great party, isn’t it?”

“Riveting. I love being surrounded by a bunch of sweaty, vapid Muggles dressed like cheap imitations of us.” Draco commented dryly, making a point of brushing off a spot on his jacket where a slovely Muggle man had bumped into him shortly after arriving at the party. Honestly, were they all this clumsy?

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itshjpthechosenone:

Harry walked around the party, feeling more ridiculous as the time went on. He knew he should have picked an easy costume like Ron. This one was too hot and the mask made his face all hot and sweaty.  Also he was finding it hard to walk with a cape. Which didn’t make any sense because he was use to wearing cloaks, but this cape seemed to be specially made so it would trip the wearer of it.  Harry was trying to  untangle his cape when he accidentally bumped into someone. 

“I’m sorry. This cape is impossible.” He apologized to the stranger. 

“If it’s any consolation,” Draco commented from his perch atop a brick wall surrounding the perimeter of the party, inspecting his cuticles as he surveyed the party from a distance. “I think you look like an absolute idiot.”

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visaliavicario:

“You look like you could use a drink, you have such a sour face… Or perhaps I need another glass, that way you’ll look better no matter what you do.”

“Charming. It would appear you’re in desperate need of stuffing your face with something to keep your loose lips from moving.”

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“I suppose it would be too much to ask for a shot of Firewhiskey right now? This music’s ghastly. What in the hell are the The Smashing Pumpkins?”