paradisalost | Entrée de Journal Deux: Living Arrangements.

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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[This is a seventeen year old boy- it's always about sex...and maybe food.]

Sounds mental if you ask me.

[mutters]

Wouldn't you get bits of skin in your teeth?

To have one's blood drawn by a vampire, as a human, is a dizzying and pleasureful experience. There are plenty of willing blood slaves in our hidden cities.

...

Blood slaves? Wow isn't that something to aspire to.

[looks at her bemused]

I, personally, don't care for the practice, but it's a telling example.

I think the name itself would put you off, surely?

That and they don't taste as good.
[griiin! she's kidding. on the square...]

...

What? Does blood have a vintage?

Oh, age certainly plays a role, as does environment, same as grapes.

Older the better then?

Oh, I'm rather partial- [stops mid-sentence]

...do you really want to know? Because I'll tell you, but I feel like I may have told you too much already and you won't sleep at night or something.

[Smiles wryly]

I've don...seen worse.

Well, young men are spicier because of the testosterone levels... gang members because they're violent and have seen more, done more. They're also a little smoky, a little smooth...

Rich young white girls are a bit like per seco, but less bubbly... more bubbly as you get closer to middle class...

Depends on how you catch them, too. Fear will give the blood a metallic tinge, and if you put them to sleep the flavours mellow... those who enjoy the experience are sweeter, I'm told, but blood slaves smell so... clean. Antiseptic, almost.

So you don't go for geriatrics then?

[Bemused]

They're harder to find out on the streets at night. But then... I tried a Mob boss once. That was all heavy red wine and cigars... a little meaty. The young taste fresher, and pack more punch - the blood is much more potent.

You lot are just prejudiced against the aged. [Teases]

It might just be me. [teasing eyebrow raise as she looks him over]

If it was just you then all the vampires would look like my grandfather Abraxas.

You know, it's not the age so much as the power...
We're all addicted to power.

Ah alright, now if he hadn't died he may have been offended if you didn't think him pwerful enough to entice you.

[Chuckles]

[grins]
If he was that powerful he probably would have been enticing.

But then... I'm hesitant to drink the blood of those with magic. The blood of Triste witches is poison.

[Chuckles]

Anti vampire blood, that's rather useful.

Yes. Well.
You certainly don't seem Triste, but then... even if you were willing to donate blood to a little experiment, I think I'd pass.

[Pulls a face]

It's alright, I'm averse to pain .

As am I.
I met this fledgling, once, who'd taken a bit out of a young Triste... not a pretty sight. Much less so afterwards, when the local coven came after him.