Suki Blue

*Squeeeeel*!
Draco is just superb!
Yes?’ he asked. ‘Something wrong? Yes, that’s right, this is what a clean person looks like.’

Draco walked with his chin held high. His strides were confident and he stared straight ahead. The crowds parted and let him though and chatter turned to murmured speculation and whispered fear.

And they would fear him, just as they’d feared his father.

‘And you are?’ he said to an angry wizard with a bright purple face and a large white cat at his ankles. ‘No-one significant, I suspect,

‘You’re … Okay, if you’d just like to wait—’

‘I don’t wait.’

You were, and always will be, the one fag hag in my life.’

‘On a scale of one to ten,’ Harry said, ‘how evil have you been today?’

Draco sighed and looked over at a torn poster of the Weird Sisters. ‘Well, considering I’m usually a two, perhaps three, I’ve been evil up to maybe a four.’

You were in the Evening Prophet again. They got a picture of the crowds of Diagon Alley parting to let you through.’

‘Really? Did it look impressive?’

‘Very. And, according the Prophet, sinister.’

‘Sinister? Is that what they actually said? Oh my, I think I like that.’

I'd quote it all if it didn't feel awfully silly to copy/paste your entire entry.

You're absolutely fabulous, I'm so sad to know it's about to end.

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