who's side are you on ?! `` draco

[becca]

Veelas are scary when they’re mad. Period. Becca remembered seeing her mam upset at someone and it had been scary. Lucky for her that her mam hadn’t ever been that angry at her to be too scary. She knew too well that she would be stupid to get her mad on purpose. Since she was only half, she wasn’t able to transform into a bird like creature with rage, but she came pretty dang close. Becca was able to get anyone intimidated just by the way her eyes flashed. She groaned in frustration as she slammed her fist against the table counter. She had never had a good relationship with her father. No matter how respected he was in the pureblood society, she couldn’t stand him. They had been in communication just minutes previous. He had told her that he learned about her behavior. “I forbid you to be going in the hallways after curfew!” He had told her. She had been completely disgusted at him. Her father had never cared for her. He only cared about the reputation that he had received from her granddad.

Becca had only gone to France because of his order and for that, she would never forgive him. She had let her anger get a hold when she accidentally blurted out that he wasn’t the boss of her. Her father had been flustered and angry with her talking back. They had never had a decent conversation. It always ended up a conversation. He had started to tell her that she shouldn’t be like her mam that her mam was just another stupid veela and he wasn’t going to let Becca be that way. To insult her mam was like another sin. Her cheeks had gone red, her eyes flashing, and her finger nails digging moons into her hands. Her voice had gone dangerously full of anger when she told him that “her granddad’s ‘good’ reputation would never be stowed upon him” and that he “was just as filthy as any other mudblood.” She didn’t get the chance to see how angry he got since she instantly extinguished the fire with a simple charm. Even though he was a respected Death Eater, she was probably the only one to ever speak up against him, but even then, she was scared on what he was going to do after she called him a ‘mudblood’.

Becca wasn’t able to control herself when she got angry. She had to admit that she got her short temper from her father though. Her footsteps were heard, echoing along the hallways. Her wand was at hand and she knew that it wasn’t the best strategy to let an angry veela in the halls with a wand. Anyone who got into her way, her wand would flick and instantly be hexed. She used different hexes for different people and soon enough, people knew that they shouldn’t get in her way. Her pupils were black, able to change colors when she was upset. She finally got to the dungeons, but her temper hadn’t gone down either. There was probably one person that understood her- Draco Malfoy. It wasn’t unusual to think that out of everyone, he was the one that understood her best. He was like her second father- her true one, and she couldn’t help but envy Holly Malfoy every once in a while. There was already another student there, waiting for Draco’s attention. “Get out,” she demanded, pointing to the door and the student instantly scampered out, scared. Becca waited impatiently, her fingers tapping on the desk, as she waited for Draco to come.

[PROFESSOR DRACO MALFOY !]

LONDON CALLING

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YES I WAS THERE TO, AND Y'KNOW WHAT THEY SAID? SOME OF
IT WAS TRUE![/font][/center][/size]

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[/b] raco was sitting in his office, feet up on the desk and chair leaning back slightly. In front of his face were several reports, which he flipped through with a bored air about him. God he hated his job sometimes. The only good times were when he could teach some of the less knowledgeable students about Pureblood history and importance in the world. About his importance, really. Yes, Draco had an ego, but with looks and charm to challenge a Vampire, who wouldn't? Did ... I just compare myself to a Vampire? To a filthy bloodsucker? He gasped mentally, blinking in surprise, before he reasoned that it was just a saying and no harm was done.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/color][/font]

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[/b] azing towards the clock with a certain longing in his eyes, Draco pursed his lips and clutched the papers tighter. He had one child in for detention, and it really wasn't that big of a crime. He'd simply had shot a crucio at the second year for a half a minute, then let the sobbing mess start on a few papers. Though the child kept dropping his quill, Draco didn't take any notice nor correct him with a Crucio. He saved corrections for those in the fifth year or above, knowing that the older students could suck it up and handle it. Personally he didn't like torturing young students, but after one or two detentions they tended to get the message and cease any actions against the school, or it's inhabitants.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/color][/font]

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[/b] eaving a sigh and taking his feet off the desk, Draoc leaned forward and placed the reports on the desk. Most of them were perfect, and those which weren't would be seeing him in his office for disciplinary actions. They were reports on the family histories of the student, all centered around potions and how their families had used potions to get ahead, or become healthy, etc. The reports were designed so any impurities in the classroom would be shot down and pointed out, as their families were less than perfect and thus didn't use potions as often.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/color][/font]

H

[/b] is fingers tapped against the desk in a rapid motion. Only a few more minutes and the student would be free. Hell, Draco didn't even care about the blubbering mess of a child being set loose- he was the one who needed a good night's sleep. For god's sake, after dealing with students during the day you tended to see your bed as more of a god than anything else. A false deity, but one he worshiped non the less. His thoughts were broken off suddenly when the door flew open and in strode Becca Nott, a girl that had taken to him like a fish to water. It was most likely because her own father was a dimwit who Draco really hadn't liked even in his years at Hogwarts. It gave him a chance to bestow upon her the Pureblood way, and ingrain it in her head, so Draco wasn't complaining.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/color][/font]

S

[/b] mirking as she snarled at the student to get out, who had apparantly finished his report on misbehaving and why he would never again repeat the act, Draco stood. "Leave your report on my desk then do as she says." His voice was cold, eyes hawk-like and piercing on the boy. He stammered something along the lines of "yes sir" then scurried about to do the task. As soon as he was out of the room Draco turned his attention to Becca. "Y ou know, my dear, most wouldn't take such liberty as to command one of my students. It can be rather dangerous." But of course he was teasing; Draco had a few key students that could get away with damn well near anything they wanted because he had known them all their lives, knew their parents, or he just thought they made things interesting. Becca happened to be all three.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/color][/font]

T

[/b] hough she did visit often enough, Draco could tell this time it was because something was wrong. Gesturing towards a door behind him, he spoke softly to her. "Do you want to talk about it? I'll put tea on ..." He didn't make the students he liked wait in his classroom, instead inviting them into his study and office, where he could put tea on and listen to them more intently. Besides, it was much more posh and comfortable than the dank classroom.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/color][/font]

[becca]

It wasn’t that surprising for her to see that Draco could already see something was wrong. He was more family to her than her father, her stepmum, and her stepbrother ever were. While her ‘real’ family criticized everything she did or tell her how she’d never be, Draco taught her different things. Most of the time it was patiently, unless she kept doing it wrong. That was when she’d get punished. Still, she learned, thus being one of the reasons why she was a perfectionist and tended to get things right on the first try. A small smile took form when she heard him teasing her. "He should know better than to listen on," Becca just said. It was rather stupid to keep working when there was an angry veela- or half- on the loose. Also, he should've done his work faster and more efficiently. Stupidity was starting to run through the younger children's blood. Gits.

She stiffly nodded. It wasn’t that Becca felt bad for calling her father a mudblood, but it was the fact that she’d have to tell Draco about it. She wasn’t quite sure whether he’d laugh or frown in disapproval. She bit her lip as she walked into his office. Almost instantly, she felt a little more comfortable. It was a nice feeling. Was that how most families felt when around each other? It had been so long since she last saw her mum so she wouldn’t know.

Becca sat down in her usual chair and started to think about how she could Draco about the argument that had emerged. She glanced around, her pupils slowly turning back to their normal brown. They only were black when she was angered. Now that she could ‘talk’ about it, the desire to hurt someone was gone. Her lips formed a nasty sneer as she finally said, “It’s my father.” She took a breath and knew that once she said that, there was no way in taking it back. She might be punished for talking about it to someone outside of the family, but did she care? No. Even a sixteen year old girl needed to get things off her mind every now and then.

In earlier meetings, she told him about Avery, her stepbrother and how much of a git he was, how he got into Slytherin, but she hadn’t been able to. She had told him how much she despised her family and how she’d rather be in France with her mum. Becca had told him many things, but everyone had their secrets. Even she kept some things from Draco. “I… I was doing something. I was with a friend and somehow my father found out. He kept telling me how I wasn’t supposed to be acting that way, how I was supposed to be like Avery,” she couldn’t help but spit out her brother’s name. Becca couldn’t stand him and his ‘perfection’. It was sickening. She continued, “So just at first we were talking and I got so angry that…” she paused for a moment. It wasn’t for dramatic effect, but more for a feeling similar to embarrassment. Becca started to feel bad about how she insulted someone older and respected than her. She shook off the guilt, trying not to think about it. She glanced down, not wanting to meet Draco’s eye contact. It was a little hard to believe that Draco was related to Lucius. She met him not too long ago and had an instant disliking to him.

Becca could feel her cheeks flush before saying, “I told him that he would never be a great Death Eater like my granddad and that he… he was as good as a mudblood.” She couldn’t remember the last time she had been so honest and if she really thought about it, it was horrifying. She could vomit at the thought. She usually never stuttered at any kind of news unless it was something she shouldn’t ought to be telling. She had enough nerve to look at Draco, wondering what he would say, how he would act, and what she should do after.

-their relationship is cute... in a weird father-daughter way. lol-

[PROFESSOR DRACO MALFOY !]

LONDON CALLING

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YES I WAS THERE TO, AND Y'KNOW WHAT THEY SAID? SOME OF
IT WAS TRUE![/font][/center][/size]

D

[/b] raco made an indifferent facial expression, raising an eyebrow as she responded and walked into his study. Following behind her, keeping a good amount of distance however, he shut the heavy oak door, a loud bang resonating through the cavernous room. His loafers didn't make a sound as he padded across the floor, covered in a plush emerald coloured rug. The only other colours present in the room were silver and dark walnut. Lighter shades of green here and there added a nice touch. Draco walked t to the stove, flicking his wand and uttering a small spell. Flames reared up, quieting down within a few seconds as a silver kettle was [/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/color][/font]


- FINISH LATER . have to go D: