Thirty-Seventh Hex - [Voice/Action]

[hisdarkmark]

[Hi Luceti. Today if you happen to be walking anywhere in the village, you might notice an overenthusiastic malamute attached to a leash. At the other end of said-leash is a rather disgruntled British wizard, more or less glaring at the dog as he's dragged along.

Stupid Arumat. Of course he had to disappear and shoulder him with the responsibility of yet another life. It was strange knowing that the man, the last original housemate, was officially gone. Not necessarily sad, though there was a hollow feeling he hadn't been able to shake off ever since he'd realized what had happened.

He didn't get much time to reflect on it though, seeing how the malamute has been working him. On their walk today, the dog's busy barking at pretty much everything, trying to pull Draco in all directions to sniff all the things.]

Gods, you're obnoxious, aren't you?

[He wraps the leash around his wrist to make it a tighter hold, using his free hand to make a grab for his journal while Edge is still pulling him along.]

I can't believe I'm asking this...

Dog training. What do any of you know of it? Time's a factor here, I'm half-tempted to toss him into the lake at this point.

[Later in the day, in fact, he will be at the lake. His lake. The South Lake. Edge the Malamute seems to have calmed down, but Draco's sitting up and a bit on edge. His wand's in front of him, and he seems to be concentrating.]

Expecto Patronum. [Nothing.] ...Expecto Patronum! [Still nothing. A frustrated sigh later and he's back to consulting Luceti as a whole. Though the journal's in his hands, he's hesitating for a moment. It'd be much easier if Hermione were still here, but she's not. That's a fact. She won't be returning anytime soon, so he'll have to make do with the resources he has.]

...second question for the lot of you. When do you reckon it's appropriate to give up on something?

Comments

[hisdarkmark]

You're friends with Summers. [Suddenly things make a little more sense.]

It'd be rather difficult to uphold a lie for nearly twenty years. I'd say I'm pretty truthful on this.

[theoniongirl]

I am. [it was kind of wonderful to be able to claim it, really. Not that she ever doubted it, anymore, but considering how far they'd come, there'd been a time when she'd never have expected to say that]

I'm Jilly.

[hisdarkmark]

Draco Malfoy. Pleasure to meet you, I guess.

[theoniongirl]

You guess?

[she ruffles Edge's fur, grinning down at the dog] He guesses. Well, I'll take what I can get.

[hisdarkmark]

I'm still debating. [Edge is just letting his tongue loll out of the side of his mouth, tail wagging as he burrows closer to Jilly's hands. There's a small woof in response.]

[theoniongirl]

It's alright. I can handle a few unfavorable opinions, I think.

[it's said with a grin and another friendly stroke of Edge's fur.] He seems happy, so I can call it even.

[hisdarkmark]

I suppose it really all depends if you consider yourself to be someone I should get to know further. Are you?

[Another snort.] He's pretty much happy with everyone, don't take it personally.

[theoniongirl]

[she laughs at that, her look turning slightly teasing]

You know, you skipped the question of whether or not I wanted to get to know you. Which seems like a pretty silly question when neither of us knows the other one.