hisdarkmark | Thirty-Fourth Hex [Voice/Action]

[Draco Malfoy was starting to go a bit stir-crazy. After four straight days of snow, then cold, then more snow, and more cold, he had realized that staying in the confines of House 25 wasn't doing him any good. Hence today he's decided to head to the Battle Dome and test his programming skills. He's gotten pretty good at it, he likes to think.

When his journal clicks on, anyone viewing it will get a good glance of the front of a large manor.]

So...you really can recreate anything, can't you. [He's going to go ahead and walk down the path toward the front door of the house, and as he enters into the front hall he's going to continue talking to the village at large. This may just be a test to see if he can continue communication inside a simulation.]

How are the rest of you coping with the snow we've received over the last few days? I'd like a few back-up plans in case this doesn't serve to satisfy. At least when it was warm I could fly a bit, but this is starting to get ridiculous.

[And he's going to turn down the halls, wandering through the maze that is the manor with the ease of someone so familiar with the area. There are the sounds of other footsteps behind him, but if he hears them he doesn't seem to care.]

What's next, anyway? They've left us alone for a while...may as well start to prepare for something big to come. What are the chances they've grown bored with us? New Feathers. You might be the next targets. You ought to have a fair warning.

[His attention's drawn away from the journal then as the footsteps stop, and he finds himself facing a masked figure.] I was wondering when you'd turn up. [And he's withdrawing his wand, closing the journal. Though the picture's no longer available, the last thing heard is the sound of a spell firing off and ricocheting around the room.

[Though he'll stay in the chamber for the full allotted hour, he will be taking a break between enemies appearing and after his hour's up to answer anyone who's contacted him via journals. People are also free to find him in the main lobby of the Battle Dome as well after his simulation's over.]

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Sounds like I'll have to get a bunch of dead mice then. Lovely.

And why is that so bad? I've come to find that some of us have been swimming the wrong way right into the sharks.

Maybe you can get him to like ground beef.

Because it's who I am. I can't drift aimlessly anymore. I take action, I make decisions, and even if I run into sharks, I survive.

Maybe. Lesser of two evils at least.

[A pause.] ...all right, all right. I fold. Forget it.

...What is it, Draco? I know you don't ask things without a purpose behind them.

...I spoke with Alice a few days ago. I suppose I'm still just overanalyzing that. [And at the same time, he's analyzing Ginia while trying to figure out the likelihood of her ever feeling 100% safe along with a lot of things that aren't really his business but it's all so fascinating in the strangest way possible.]

I know. I read.

....she left you notes.

[Whoops. He probably should have paid closer attention.] Negative notes?

Well, technically heard is the better word. I do go through the journal, especially what comes out of this one.

But she said you two talked, that you picked up your owl, and there were presents waiting on the table when I was back. Is there anything else you care to share with me?

...not if I don't have to, no. [If only because he's a bit nervous she might be mad that he prodded. Prodding Ginia is one thing. Prodding Alice is another.]

...Did she punch you? [Always a legitimate question.]

No, but I'm sure she wanted to at one point.

If you really want to know, I just asked her questions about her existence.

[Ginia gives a drawn-out sigh. Lovely. He poked the hornet's nest.]

That is always a dangerous question to ask.

Yeah, you could have warned me about that. But I got some answers from her, sort of.

Sometimes I hope you're smart enough to know when to back off.

Satisfied then?

Enough that I won't be asking her questions again, yes. [Yeah, he's not touching that other statement with a ten-foot pole.]

Good.

...It's complicated, Draco.

Can you blame me for wanting to try and understand complicated things?

No, I can't, but I'm not a clockwork toy you can take apart to see how it works then put back together, nor is she.

[Oddly, she's not angry. A little exasperated, mildly frustrated, but not angry. It's hard being angry when you don't know what to be angry at.]

Never said you were. [Granted, even if she's not angry he feels a bit awkward knowing that she knows these things.] I'll leave it alone.

No, but sometimes you act like I am.

...Thank you.

...so how can I fix it? Acting that way, I mean.

Don't be so obvious about your poking. Learn how to be subtle.

I blame the Gryffindors.

Blame who you want, but it doesn't change the fact you're too direct. Which, generally, isn't a bad thing, but not if you're trying to get information.

I used to be much better at it. [Sort of. Somewhat. Possibly.]

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