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Jul. 23rd, 2015 10:16 pmserpentfangsLyra had been looking forward to coming home for the holidays for weeks. Oh, never mistake her - she loved Hogwarts. As much as nearly every generation of young wizards of the past loved the school. She would miss her new friends, the lively feasting hall meals, the many hours lost in the library, teas on weekends at the gamekeeper's hut, the misadventures in the many winding stone passages of the halls, the gatherings in the Slytherin common room, even the the lessons.
(Most of the professors too, she supposed - although some not as much. Her last mark from Professor Binns on a small exam he had posted just before holidays was burning a hole in her pocket, the only gloom threatening to dim her shine the whole way home. Shockingly mediocre - unacceptable for a Malfoy.)
But she had never been away, really away, from the Manor for the first eleven years of her life. And after the months away at Hogwarts, she did miss it so. It would be good to come again, if only for a short time. Before it was back to the castle, and her friends and their scrapes, and learning more new magic.
She hadn't bothered changing out of her Hogwarts uniform on the train ride back. She knew how proud it would make Mother and Father to see her in her Slytherin green. Her favorite barrettes, designed to look like black and silver striped serpents, were in her hair, and she had on an unbuttoned black cloak to help keep herself warm as she waited at the platform with her trunk and her horned owl hooting gently from its cage.
She passed the time waiting by already working on one of the letters she would be sending to her friends, as soon as she arrived at the Manor safe - some thought her a bit mad, but Lyra loved writing and getting letters, and she intended firmly to keep in touch with her new companions over the holidays. She must at least write them once, maybe twice or even three times.
Mother had written to let her know that Draco would be picking her up on his way by from Saint Mungo's, that he would be bringing her to the Manor by himself. This was perfectly fine by Lyra who was looking forward to showing her elder brother how grownup she had surely become in the time since her becoming a real, full-fledged student of Hogwarts.
Also there were a few things on her mind, that she wanted to talk to him about while they were alone. Though it was such a little thing really, it was still nagging at her, that bit about Portia's cousin...
(Most of the professors too, she supposed - although some not as much. Her last mark from Professor Binns on a small exam he had posted just before holidays was burning a hole in her pocket, the only gloom threatening to dim her shine the whole way home. Shockingly mediocre - unacceptable for a Malfoy.)
But she had never been away, really away, from the Manor for the first eleven years of her life. And after the months away at Hogwarts, she did miss it so. It would be good to come again, if only for a short time. Before it was back to the castle, and her friends and their scrapes, and learning more new magic.
She hadn't bothered changing out of her Hogwarts uniform on the train ride back. She knew how proud it would make Mother and Father to see her in her Slytherin green. Her favorite barrettes, designed to look like black and silver striped serpents, were in her hair, and she had on an unbuttoned black cloak to help keep herself warm as she waited at the platform with her trunk and her horned owl hooting gently from its cage.
She passed the time waiting by already working on one of the letters she would be sending to her friends, as soon as she arrived at the Manor safe - some thought her a bit mad, but Lyra loved writing and getting letters, and she intended firmly to keep in touch with her new companions over the holidays. She must at least write them once, maybe twice or even three times.
Mother had written to let her know that Draco would be picking her up on his way by from Saint Mungo's, that he would be bringing her to the Manor by himself. This was perfectly fine by Lyra who was looking forward to showing her elder brother how grownup she had surely become in the time since her becoming a real, full-fledged student of Hogwarts.
Also there were a few things on her mind, that she wanted to talk to him about while they were alone. Though it was such a little thing really, it was still nagging at her, that bit about Portia's cousin...
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Date: 2015-07-25 06:35 am (UTC)Not that that was the subject of note right now, today, or indeed one she intended on making him aware of at any point in the future. Lyra stood there exactly one moment, swaying on her heels with her hands folded behind her back - before she beamed, and dove forward to give Draco the hug he was positioning for.
"Yes. You absolutely should," she agreed to his suggestions, with a cheeky smile that made fang-points flash. "At least it would be a start."
Her imperious air notwithstanding she reached for his hand automatically as he took care of her trunk and they prepared to walk out of there together. She might have had much in the way of happy distractions these past few months, but she did miss her family quite a bit as well. Letters weren't good enough. They weren't the same as jostling and teasing with her much older brother.
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Date: 2015-07-25 07:18 am (UTC)Rest assured, he may very well be questioning exactly what she was writing in the near future, once the ragging of St Mungo's is done and everything else, dealt with.
Perhaps a good five or ten years ago, Draco would have balked at picking up his younger sister, or giving her hugs in public, but at this point in his life - older, hopefully wiser, married with a small child of his own, and relatively settled - a hug was a necessity. He wasn't his father, no matter how one looked at it, and he no longer minded such displays of affection.
"A start. And what kind of suggestions do you have for after that?" He asked with a smirk, taking her hand as they headed out. He easily ignored any glances they were given now, simply leading her out, trunk floating in tow.
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Date: 2015-07-25 07:44 pm (UTC)Draco is allowed to wonder if he seemed nearly this ridiculous when he was small, if he likes.
Like him she paid no mind to any looks they were getting as they weaved through the crowd. She simply had no mind for them. She was too caught on other things. With some maneuver she had managed to tuck the parchment inside of her book, the small charcoal she was using to write behind her ear, and she held the book flat and close in front of her with the crook of her arm as they walked.
"How is Mother? How is Father? They are both waiting at home for us, aren't they? Have you gotten all of my letters? Father assured me he had received every last one but I've never had my own owl before and I think you might have missed a few in replying, so I wasn't sure...oh, did you hear about what they're saying will happen at the next Quidditch Cup, can you believe it? My friend Emmery says it must be a laugh, but I'm not so sure, it was in the Prophet and everything. Though I know Mother and Father both say I mustn't always listen to the Prophet, it's half rubbish. I kept that article about Hermione's promotion though, it's clipped and I put it on some posterboard in my dormitory, I thought it was rather good and she looked very well in the picture. Even my dorm-mate Violette said so and she's French, so you know she's very fussy about that sort of thing. Oh, I've nearly forgotten, Professor Longbottom told me to pass along a hello and some holiday wishes to my family - quite polite of him, I think. And Professor Hagrid, he said the same thing too."
It was around this point that she finally stopped to catch her breath, looking slightly flushed from her exertion.
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Date: 2015-07-29 12:32 am (UTC)He already knew he was that ridiculous when he was small.
The little explosion of words didn't shock Draco, and he simply let her go on, making him smile a little with her tales of school and her friends and everything else. It reminded him starkly of his own childhood, back when the days were good and warm and perfect, full of sweets and Quidditch and eveything else he loved. Better times, truly, but no longer did he long to get back to them: now, he had another life. As far removed from what he used to be as it was, it was nice. And it was his.
"Mother and Father are both perfectly fine, and yes, they're waiting up for you. I think Father was stirring when I left, so he'd be properly awake when we returned. Yes, we got all your letters, and perhaps it's simply because there were so many, we couldn't very well reply to everything unless you wanted us there all day." A chuckle, and he rolled his eyes a little. "Sounds like you're having far too much fun at school, you know. Imagine that, Longbottom and Hagrid passing on holiday wishes. I never thought I'd see the day.
"How do you feel about getting tea before we go home?"
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Date: 2015-08-16 03:52 am (UTC)Lyra wrote home at least twice a week - sometimes as often as three times. Draco might have ignored every other letter (and perhaps no one but his sister could have blamed him for that) but their father had responded to every last one in a timely manner and wrote nothing to convey what she was doing was unwanted or unusual.
Then again it rarely occurred to Lyra to ever think something she had done might be unwanted or unusual. Such as being on kind speaking terms with certain Hogwarts professors.
"Well," she began with an attempt to upturn her nose (that was not quite successful - that particular feature she had inherited from their mother, and in absence of the longer pointed Roman features to her profile that the other born Malfoy members of the family head that look simply didn't take as well to her young face), as she cast about for something to say in response, "if you must know, the way Professor Hagrid said it, it was almost more like a joke. But he often sounds that way, when he talks about our family." She felt somewhat too conflicted to finish the thought she was having out loud: that Hagrid did not seem to like the family very much, and seemed to find it a source of amusement that he and Lyra were able to get on at all.
She was easily distracted from it anyway. "Tea sounds very nice, thanks," she replied almost primly. "You're not in very much of a hurry, are you."
YES I WIN <3
Date: 2015-08-25 05:38 am (UTC)"Ah," Draco remarked then, as though hearing that Hagrid's words were more cynical and joking than genuine made perfect sense. Really, it did. There was still absolutely no love lost between the older Malfoy heir and the gameskeeper, after all, even after all those years. The same likely went for their father, the one who'd actually done the legwork to get Buckbeak executed, though it had never gone through; Lucius was, after all, the very same one who'd also made Hagrid's life hell. Apparently that hadn't ended just yet either.
Honestly, it was a source of amusement to Draco that Hagrid and Lyra got on. Not that he'd admit as much to her; she simply wouldn't get it.
"No, I'm certainly not. How often do I get to spend a few free hours with my darling, precious little sister?" He drawled, smirking down at her as pleasantly as one could do so. "So tea, it is. Since I'm the older of the pair of us, and that means I get to say what we do."
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Date: 2015-08-25 04:14 pm (UTC)Even as she pulled her little faces at him however she didn't argue. It was true, he was older brother, and besides neither of their parents were here to be appealed to. Lyra was a good girl - of a sort - and she respected her elders.
Even when they were silly and annoying big brothers who put on ridiculous airs.
She took his hand again and nodded, wordlessly. Of course however that didn't last long.
"I suppose I should be a good aunt," she remarked, "and ask after my sister-in-law and my nephew as well." Though the truth was with very typical inherent childish self-centeredness Lyra thought and cared more about their parents than she did Draco's own little part of the family - even with them all under one roof they had their own spheres within the household. It was a rather large roof, after all. Such a thing was more possible than might at first seem likely.
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Date: 2015-09-15 06:11 am (UTC)Besides, half the fun in having a sister as young as she was pulling faces at one another when they thought no one was looking. He wasn't above it. Especially not now that he had a small son to make faces at as well. It was as though having Scorpius made him regress in age.
His ridiculous airs were wonderful.
"You should, you're right," Draco informed her lightly, nodding his agreement. "Your sister-in-law is quite well, and is curious about how your first year is going. I'm sure you'll be able to talk her ear off for hours, given that invitation." A tease, naturally, paired with a smirk shot down at her. It gave way to an eager, excited tone as he switched to the other member of his newfound immediate family: "And Scorpius is brilliant. Growing more and more by the day. I never believed it was true, that you blink and they're grown, particularly considering I watched you grow up, and it wasn't true. But it's true for him. He's already taking to broomsticks. It's going to be terrible, I can tell."
But the best kind of terrible, obviously.
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Date: 2015-09-15 08:37 pm (UTC)"All sorts of terrible, I'm sure." She fondly remembered her godmother and her brother arguing over who was going to get to teach her to fly - they both ended up doing it, sometimes giving contradictory advice, much to Lyra's entertainment. "I'm sure he only seems to be growing so fast for you because you're watching closer, that's all."
She possibly wasn't wrong. Their mother and father had hung on her every moment in the way an older sibling simply wouldn't; of course it was different for Draco with Scorpius, since that was his actual child. First born son, at that.
"I'm sure Mother and Father are very pleased." She had been old enough to see and take in how they reacted for Scorpius' first few years, the way literally almost everything he did brought outbursts of endearment and approval.
And she had a memory of the time when she'd first gotten her broom successfully up into the air all on her own - the two of them watching from a heavily shadowed corner of the gardens, Father with a small smile on his face, eyes half-lidded as if he were tired, as Mother reached over to gently rub his arm.
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Date: 2015-09-30 04:15 am (UTC)But truly, the worse torture was having to listen to Lyra and her friend babble on for hours.
"That's hardly the point," he protested mildly. "The point is that he's growing far too quickly, and one of these days, he'll be at Hogwarts with you." That, presented with a look that suggested dear Auntie Lyra had best take care of Scorpius. And she certainly wasn't wrong; there was no way an older sibling would notice her growth the way he did his own child. No slight against Lyra, of course.
He puffed up slightly. "Of course. Why shouldn't they be? He's practically a shoe-in for the Quidditch team in a few years. He could even go pro, if he wanted to, I'm sure."
Scorpius was, of course, still considered a toddler by most standards. But that didn't stop his very proud papa from planning his life.
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Date: 2015-10-01 03:09 am (UTC)Lyra should have known better, really, considering how their own parents talked about the both of them (declaring them geniuses the moment they had spoke their first words, brilliant sorcerers to be when they started showing those first signs of magic, and so on) but she still pointed out: "I thought you said he had only just begun flying. You know that for sure so soon? Can he even hold a quaffle yet without drooling on it?"
just do an entire set of 100 for draco one day, nbd
Date: 2015-10-02 07:34 pm (UTC)A smirk was shot her way. "I can't. That's insane. That means there are far too many of you. Perhaps they've counted someone twice?"
There were some things that even nearly two decades couldn't change, and that was the proper Malfoy upbringing. It was full of snark and affection and wry smirks that Draco had mastered ages ago. And yes, they were both geniuses. That meant there was much more room for stupid questions, though: it was a rule of being a genius. "He does not drool. If he does, he's doing it on you, on purpose. Perhaps to get payback for you suggesting that he drools."
yuss totally best use of time
Date: 2015-10-06 01:28 am (UTC)As Mother frequently likes to remind her, she is a young lady in the making, and she'll be a proper young woman soon. So there.
"There are thirteen of us," she informs him in a chirp, matter of fact. "Of course the other Houses have got just as much - they say it has something to do with after the last war. All the families settling down?" Lyra has not done the 'math', so to be speak, on what precisely this means. She's too young to pick up on the hint. "I think that you might be wrong about the Ravenclaws though, I wonder if they only just have a reputation and people think better of them for it. I don't think they're so clever." There's a heated dislike building in her words; very much like the manner in which her brother used to carry on about brainless Gryffindors and certain idiots who think they're better than they actually are just because they've got scars... "There's this one girl in my year, and she thinks she's the darling of Ravenclaw. But clearly all she is is bossy and, oooh, what's that word? Manipulative."
She was proud of herself for recalling it, smug. And all talk of her nephew and whether or not he drooled had been completely forgotten as she warmed to the bitter subject of certain Ravenclaw girls that she utterly despised.
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Date: 2015-11-21 02:39 am (UTC)"Thirteen. Merlin's beard," he muttered, shaking his head and offering a proper roll of his eyes. It must have been something to do with everyone settling down right after the war, he thought mildly, sure that he had a better grasp on it than little Lyra, his little monster. It was half a wonder that he and Tori had waited so long, but he'd wanted to take his time. There would be no rushing, no hasty decisions; in the end, he was sure that they'd made the right decision.
"Very good word," Draco praised her with a chuckle, his brows arched neatly at her obvious disdain for Ravenclaws. They certainly were that clever, and quite elitist too. Maybe she just didn't realise that so soon after getting there; it was early yet. And there was no small amount of amusement at the resemblance to his own heated disdain for Gryffindor. He was self-aware by now, even if he didn't admit it out loud. "How manipulative can one really be at eleven, though?"
A rhetorical question. They could be quite manipulative; he had been. She was probably just getting started early.
"Tell me more about this girl you hate."
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Date: 2015-12-17 06:09 am (UTC)Her nose wrinkled up in dislike, and she made an angry gagging face that showed her fangs almost like a silent hiss.
"Oh, her name is Elmira. Elmira Everglott. She's my friend Emmery's sister, actually, they're twins. But she's nothing like him. Emmery most of all loves to have fun and tell a good joke, he's nice to everyone and never takes anything seriously. Elmira is the opposite, she's a right stick in the mud and she's always off scolding people like she knows so much better and she tries to get into the teachers' pockets just so she can get a good mark and she says such rubbish every time we cross each other's paths in the halls. We have double Defense Against the Dark Arts with Ravenclaw sometimes, you know. It's the worst. There's these two other girls that sit with her, right pets they are, always shooting me looks and whispering loudly. She tries to make fun of me for how nice my robes are and how my hair looks, clearly she's just jealous. She doesn't own a thing that's near as nice and her hair is mess."
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Date: 2015-12-17 06:01 pm (UTC)Excuse him while he tried not to laugh.
"Has it occurred to you that maybe she is jealous? I mean, beyond the obvious reasons. Malfoys are always worth being jealous of, naturally-" Yes, Draco. Naturally. Because so many people had been jealous of him back in the day. "-but more than that, you've gone off and swiped her brother. She's probably quite attached to him, being twins. We had the Weasley twins back when I was in school, and they were effectively inseparable. A bit annoying at times, as well, but-"
We shan't speak ill of the dead, and all that. Not polite.
happy christmas, have some lyra!
Date: 2015-12-24 05:54 am (UTC)"Emmery doesn't seem to miss her at all, I don't know how close they could really be," she announced. "If anything he's rather properly apologetic for what a right chore she is, he says she's always been like that. Honestly I imagine Emmery's the brightest in his whole family, in a way, never mind what marks Elmira can get - he told me he's the only one to ever be in Slytherin."
The Everglotts were an established wizarding family, but they were anything but pureblood. Oh, both Emmery's parents had been wizarding, but their line was mixed through and through. Technically by the strictest standards Emmery himself might count as half-blood, even: both grandparents on his mother's side were Muggleborns.
Not that Lyra thought much of or was even fully aware of any of this.
What she was aware of, however? They were quite nearly to their destination. Thank goodness: her throat was getting worn out by all her talking, she could do with a soothing cup of tea.
IT'S THE HAPPIEST CHRISTMAS <3
Date: 2015-12-29 06:35 am (UTC)"That's very interesting," he hummed thoughtfully, still trying not to smirk. "Maybe she's jealous that she has nothing and he's got everything. Particularly since twins are usually so equal to one another."
Or so he'd noticed in his very limited experience. Either way, it really didn't bother him much. It was sort of hilarious, though, and all he could think of was how exasperated Father was going to be when they got home and he got this whole spiel recited for him. The Tale of Elmira.
It was Potter 2.0, really. Lucius was destined to never have a child who got along with people properly.
Finally, Draco steered his little sister into the shop, ushering her towards a table near a window. "Order whatever you like. I won't tell Mother or Father."
lol and now IT'S THE NEW YEAR 8|
Date: 2016-01-05 02:20 am (UTC)Lucius would be all but tearing his hair out by the time they got home and this conversation was repeated in any form of detail where he could hear it -- realizing he had another seven years of this rehashing to look forward to, realizing he would never know peace.
Meanwhile, that was all likely hours away. In the now here was Lyra, failing to notice her brother was silently laughing at her, even as she attuned keenly to his offer.
"They may not have to know, but they will notice if I haven't enough room for supper," she said sagely, but that didn't stop her from ordering some cakes and a plate of tea sandwiches along with a pot of redbush tea, sweeter and flavored with strawberry. Any child of eleven would be hungry after the long ride in on the train from Scotland - doubly so when spending the whole ride excited to spend time with one's friends and talking to make up for the absence that would soon happen over the holiday.
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Date: 2016-01-15 10:11 pm (UTC)"Never mind that. We'll deal with it when we get there," he drawled, fluttering one hand through the air. They'd probably immediately blame him anyway, for being some kind of bad influence. He was a fantastic influence, though. Everyone knew that. He ordered himself a rather similar selection to hers, though he didn't really acknowledge it at all; there was enough of a difference that she couldn't quite tease him over it anyway. He just liked sweets, and this was a good opportunity away from their mother's disapproving stare.
it just goes on and on, my friends
Date: 2016-01-23 07:46 pm (UTC)Particularly when he was putting it forward that he would be the one to take the blame, should they get in trouble.
Mother would ask why Lyra wasn't hungry, and the girl would pipe up, "Draco said it would be all right".
And who said eleven-year-olds couldn't be manipulative.
As they both tucked in for the moment there was relative quiet, Lyra enjoying the tea and sandwiches too much to try and carry on straight away.
WHEEEE
Date: 2016-02-26 10:41 pm (UTC)But really, he'd thought about all of this. Certainly, he was offering to take the blame, but it was well and possible that he'd already suggested that he'd heard rumour the train might be slightly late, that perhaps they might be given something to nibble on said train to quell any rumbling tummies, that maybe dinner ought to be nudged a little later to accommodate for it. He had a few contacts at Hogwarts, and though he doubted his parents would believe it, it had certainly been a well-spun tale.
Over his first sips of tea, Draco couldn't help but smile slightly to himself. The first year at school was always the most exciting, when friends and enemies alike were made for life. That was just how it worked, and Malfoys tended to polarise things anyway. Nice to see that his sister was following in his footsteps that way. He already couldn't wait for the explosion of Emotion over this Elmira girl over dinner. It was going to be fantastic.
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Date: 2016-03-02 07:58 pm (UTC)Her first year was like that of any other first year in all these regards. Which, considering what she was - a half-breed and a Malfoy and one born so unexpectedly after the second war - was therefore actually a bit remarkable and noteworthy.
Their parents sometimes made comments over it, reading over her letters together, pleased and maybe just a bit quietly thrilled, even relieved.
Lyra would have a childhood, a normal happy childhood. Her family - no this entire generation of wizard-kind - owed her that.
For her part Lyra took a break from her endless observations to nibble at sandwiches and cake for some minutes, drinking half a cup of tea as well.
Finally she looked up at her brother with a kind of concerned solemnity, a thought having come up that seemed to weigh on her mind.
"Draco, I am old enough now to be able to buy a Christmas present for somebody don't you think? To be able to go find it myself, and not have to rely on anyone's help for anything besides the pocket money, don't you think?"
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Date: 2016-03-26 09:29 pm (UTC)In fact, quite a lot of his more negative feelings were lessened by the fact that he had Tori and Scorpius around to keep him sane. If only her life was normal, while his maintained notoriety, it was obvious that Draco would have been significantly less okay with it all.
He was thinking of very little at all right that moment - perhaps wilfully so - as he sipped his own tea, nibbling on a sandwich carefully. No one around them got so much as the bat of an eye in consideration. Only Lyra, and only when she spoke up again.
"Well, probably. Who're you buying a gift for?"
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Date: 2016-03-28 07:54 pm (UTC)Lyra already knew the giant squid never came that close to the castle.
"My new friend Heloise." Lyra's answer was prompt and wholehearted. "She's a Slytherin too and we met on the train before we'd even arrived at Hogwarts...we're in the same dorm, with Violette and Portia Parkinson, and she's my partner in nearly all my classes. We're the best of friends," Lyra announced, sitting up straighter as she lifted up her little shoulders, slight beneath her school robes, and put her hands in her lap. "We'll be the bestest of friends forever, for the rest of our lives, I mean. I just know it. And anyway, I want to get her a present for Christmas. I think that I should, don't you?"
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Date: 2016-04-14 10:22 pm (UTC)"Hm," he hummed thoughtfully. He hadn't heard the name before, and that really did beg the question what family she was from. Obviously a halfway decent one, if she was in Slytherin. Unless, of course, things had changed entirely in the years that had passed since he was last there. It was possible.
But he did have to lift his eyebrows at the excitement his little sister was babbling on with, mostly because it was still hilarious. He wondered how old she'd have to get before she lost that, or if she never would. (He did realise that he got that excited at times, though mostly about Tori and Scorpius. So there was a very good chance she never would.) "That's an awfully long time, you know. How about you just start with the Christmas present, and see how the rest of the year goes, hm?"
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Date: 2016-04-15 05:25 am (UTC)She had noticed Draco's thoughtfulness, though. Regarded him with some curiosity, even as she couldn't at all deduce the reason.
"I'm just not sure what to get her. I've never gone and picked out a present for someone all by myself before, you know. In a way it's rather frightfully exciting."
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Date: 2016-05-17 04:31 am (UTC)Of course, when he'd been her age, he hadn't exactly suffered from such eager friendship. He didn't really know what it was like at all. The first time he'd truly fallen for anyone had been Tori.
He snorted his amusement at that, but grinned all the same. "Well. What does she like?"
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Date: 2016-05-20 03:01 am (UTC)Lyra sucked on her fangs thoughtfully, before reaching for another treat from the table between them as she spoke.
Actually she had to really stop and think what Heloise liked, if only because when they two were together the other girl deferred to - was bowled over, really - by Lyra and her eager ideas.
"And she likes sweets, of course. Though she isn't used to some of the common ones. Her mother works at some sort of hospital so that means she must be a healer, after a fashion, and I think they only gave her and her siblings mostly healthy treats growing up. Like fruit."
Lyra took another pause.
"Her favorite color is lavender."
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Date: 2016-06-02 05:33 pm (UTC)Instead, he merely waited, regarding his sister with careful, quiet amusement that encouraged her to think it over. Somewhere in there, they'd be able to find something that the girl would want for Christmas. And Draco wouldn't even demand credit for it. Publically, at least; he might needle Lyra about it a bit.
"Well, that's a little better." A pause, and he frowned slightly. "She's not used to the common sweets? That's odd. Even if she didn't eat them as a child."
Never mind that. Some habits were hard to break, and he tried not to arch a brow too much at the notion that Lyra's friend might be a half-blood or Muggleborn.
He cleared his throat. "All right. So now we have a few...starting points. Sort of. Perhaps a mixed box of sweets. Or some sort of...scarf?" Buying presents for girls was hard.
and here it goes
Date: 2016-06-02 06:05 pm (UTC)Lyra gave this response to Draco's musing, matter of factly. She hadn't been trying to talk around the notion of her best friend's pedigree - honestly, it simply hadn't occurred to her to make much of a fuss about it. Yes, there were people who had been surprised to see a Muggleborn sorted into Slytherin...the first one there had been for awhile, at least openly. Lyra had grown up surrounded by wizarding children but no one really dared try to talk about the issue of blood purity with her. However to bring it up, to a half-blood from such an old name as herself?
And Lyra didn't even pause for thought as she said this...and then continued on, already gravitating to Draco's next words.
"I want to give her something that'll last, of course! Although maybe a scarf. That might be good." She considered it thoughtfully.
oh noes
Date: 2016-06-02 06:27 pm (UTC)"Oh?" He asked, voice slightly pitchy with awkward surprise. It apparently hadn't helped any that he'd already run through the possibility in his head; that Lyra was so openly stating it was enough to render him down to sputtering bemusement. "Well, that's- I-"
He cleared his throat again.
Good thing she'd already moved on.
"Scarves are always popular. Tori has a few that I've given her. Though sometimes I wonder if she only wears them because I gave them to her and she doesn't want to offend me," he hummed, considering that thoughtfully as well. At least it provided a nice foil to the previous admission.
OHH YEAH
Date: 2016-06-02 10:04 pm (UTC)There was only so much awareness that could be expected from a girl for whom so much in life had already been all about her, anyway.
Brightly, unthinking, Lyra went on, "Well I don't know about that, it does seem a bit like the kind of thing that she might do to humor you. But a scarf is a nice place to start. Do you think it should be something really, really nice, or maybe more practical?"
FLEEEEEEE
Date: 2016-07-24 08:10 pm (UTC)(Exasperating. What a good word.)
"Oh, thank you," he drawled, rolling his eyes a little. It was a good thing he was no longer quite so quick to offend either, though. "Go with practical. You hardly want to open with something really, really nice, and have her flit away. Besides, you'd be setting unrealistic expectations, probably."
FLY, YOU FOOLS
Date: 2016-07-25 05:14 am (UTC)And then picking up another little cake from the tray between them, in lieu of biting in right away she turned her nose up at him, and gave a little toss of her head that sent those platinum blonde locks shaking beautifully.
"Even if she wanted to try. Which she wouldn't." She bit her sweet for emphasis, sinking her fangs in first. "Honestly, Draco. You act as if you've never had a real friend before."
Spoken in that worldly know it all tone of a child addressing someone much older than them as if they are, nonetheless, an idiot.
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Date: 2016-10-29 05:13 pm (UTC)She was just as pretentious as he'd been at her age, and it was definitely entertaining.
"Well, then. Perhaps I haven't," Draco hummed mildly, shrugging one shoulder as he sank his teeth into a cake of his own. "What would you say to that, o worldly sister of mine?"