Entrée de Journal Deux: Living Arrangements.

[malfoy-purity.livejournal.com]

After my rather abrupt entrance the other day and a few attempts at trying to return; it would appear that I am stuck here, so I suppose proper introductions are in order.

My name is Malfoy, Draco Malfoy, a surname I hope will be familiar to at least a few of you, pureblood wizard, from a long line of purebloods and no doubt wealthier than you could hope to be.

I did study at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, initially with Albus Dumbledore as headmaster and then Professor Snape my old head of house.

[Soft frown and a quiet pause for a moment before changing tack]

Anyway I have been told I live next door to an angel and that there's a demon on the other side of him, I've not actually met either of them but am I the only one that finds this a little bit disconcerting?

I'm not going to have the fires of hell suddenly lick up my bedroom door whilst some celestial battle goes on, am I? Whose bright idea was it to put those particular forms of life together?

Oh Joy...and apparently a demon hunter further down the hall from them...

Yes this will go well.

[sighs huffily and walks with the journal in his hand]

And guess who else the castle has deemed fit for sticking me on the same hall as...

[Insert girlish shriek before a yell issues out]

Bloody hell Longbottom! Your toad in my sodding loo!

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[malfoy-purity.livejournal.com]

[He nods and follows her walking in step.]
You don't arrive as wholly as you disappeared.

[eyesweregold.livejournal.com]

Well, I am then terribly glad that it doesn't happen in my world. We only need some kind of anchor to move. A picture, an aura. We needn't have been there before.

[malfoy-purity.livejournal.com]

Well we do sometimes use objects to travel from place to place, they're charmed and called portkeys but they can be pretty much anything.

[eyesweregold.livejournal.com]

[they are now walking down the stairs...lots of stairs...]
Hmm. Interesting. I didn't necessarily mean it has to be a physical object. I got to Paris by studying a sketch of Le Tour Eiffel, and once I could picture it I moved, and landed at its base.

[malfoy-purity.livejournal.com]

So you picture the place essentially in your mind. THas how you steady yourself?

[curious as they walk down]

[eyesweregold.livejournal.com]

Picture works best if you've never been there, or the aura of a person. For instance, I didn't really need your room number.

[malfoy-purity.livejournal.com]

[Raises a brow] My aura is that distinctive?

[eyesweregold.livejournal.com]

[small laugh]
More like my sense is that developed.

But you do stand out from most of the human residents, and have a different shade of magic... So if we use the metaphor of color, humans are the "visible" spectrum, magic is anything with a wavelength green and shorter, we'll narrow you down to about a medium blue. Distinctive, but not incredibly so.

[malfoy-purity.livejournal.com]

Huh...What are the others like, Dumbledore and Longbottom?

[eyesweregold.livejournal.com]

Albus I've only met as a pheonix... and I have no idea who Longbottom is. Is he the other one on your hall?

[malfoy-purity.livejournal.com]

Yes, he tends to stumble over his own feet.

[eyesweregold.livejournal.com]

[laughs at that]
Not fond of him, are you?

[malfoy-purity.livejournal.com]

Not particularly he's a wreck most of the time.

[eyesweregold.livejournal.com]

[aaand we'll assume they're coming down the last part, into the main hall]
It's this way.

A wreck? Not particularly gifted in magic, then?

[malfoy-purity.livejournal.com]

Well I'd heard they'd thought he was a squib till he got his Hogwarts letter.

[Yes Draco can be a total gossip when he wants to be]

[eyesweregold.livejournal.com]

A "squib"?

[malfoy-purity.livejournal.com]

A wizard who's born unable to perform magic.

[Replies looking around as they walk]

[eyesweregold.livejournal.com]

That doesn't sound good...

And here we are! Dining room, and through that door, the kitchens.
[points, and then sits at one of the tables]

[malfoy-purity.livejournal.com]

[Draco looks at her then walks over to the doors walking through and five minutes later returning realising he didn't have a clue what on earth anything did in there}

...Right

[eyesweregold.livejournal.com]

[you never cease to amuse, Draco]
You've never cooked for yourself in your life, have you?

[malfoy-purity.livejournal.com]

I...I have houseelves for that sort of thing.

[eyesweregold.livejournal.com]

Of course.
The ghosts'll make you something, if you like.

To be honest, I don't know much about cooking, either. But then... I don't eat. At least, nothing you cook.

[malfoy-purity.livejournal.com]

Well seeing as I don't cook anything...

Sits down and looks around the dining room.

[eyesweregold.livejournal.com]

If you want something, just ask aloud.

But. [grins at him]
What's quidditch?

[malfoy-purity.livejournal.com]

[He thinks for a moment before asking for a pheasant and crisp sandwich, smiling when it appears and savouring a long bite]

Mmm it's a game we play in my world, with brooms and a set of balls. Bludgers, Quaffles and a snitch. Seven players in each team, three goals each:

One keeper for the three goals,
Three chasers to throw the two quaffes through the goalsscoring ten points each
Two beaters to try and hit the chasers of the opposing teams with two large bludgers
One Seeker who catches a small golden ball with wings called a snitch, tiny little thing but if you get it you get 150 points and end the game.