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Date Posted: 20:29:35 12/05/04 Sun
Author: [draco malfoy]
Subject: [behindblueeyes]
In reply to: Aianna Kione 's message, "Its the bulls and the blood" on 19:40:34 12/05/04 Sun



[no one knows what it's like]
[to be the bad man]
[to be the sad man]
[behind blue eyes]

Welcome my arse.


[Her muttered, breaking the silence. For once, in his entire life, the growing sixteen year old had been quiet for over five minutes. Can I say break through? A cold, winter's gaze drifts over to a family friend, Castylo Blacknet. A smirk arrives on his features, before raising a sandy blonde brow. Muggle studies? Surely not, Draco wouldn't be caught dead in Muggle Studies. For generations, the Malfoy clan detested anything near muggles, their odd remarks and dumb reactions could be anything to start a laugh.]

Muggle studies? What makes you think I'd be prancing off to an idiotic class that studies the most boring topic? I'm not that stupid.

[British vocals snap at Blacknet, before pale hands drop the carefully leathered books carelessly upon the oak desk infront of him. What a yawn this class would be... something that wasn't worth his important time. Any Kione wasn't good enough to be listened to. A glare was sent in the professor's direction, before releasing a cold breath of air into the room before him. Where was Crabbe and Goyle? What about Pansy? Even Millicent was on his list of talking to. Castylo was of course in his little 'circle', so it was at least livable with someone worth talking to. At least.... no. Just perfect! Prissy Potter had arrived! All hail! He'd half expected to see the Mr. Kione start clapping. As hairy Harry passed by, Malfoy couldn't help but cough a laugh.]

If it isn't Prissy Potter.

[The boy choked, before sending a dark smile, full of hatred and disgust, over to the golden boy. The star of the class, maybe the star of Hogwarts, had arrived. Not if he could help it. And so, another target of embarrassment entered the area. Angelene something-or-other. In his mind, she seemed rather idiotic. Of course, everyone but his comrades seemed idiotic. Turning his attention back to Castylo, baby blue mirrors rolled.]

It doesn't seem like History Of Magic. This seems like a freak show coming into town.

[CRASH! Head snapped over to the area, spotting that same odd duck of a girl on the floor, along with her... desk. A few loud, rude laughs escaped the growing male's pale lips, before hand slammed on his shining desk.]

And there's the clown of the act! How clumsy can one get?

[The entertainment didn't stop coming! At last, the wolf entered the building. Aianna Kione.. that was a laugh. Listening for a moment at her pathetic attempt of an insult, the boy stood up from his seat rather quickly, glaring at the girl. He wasn't gay, that was for sure. Not like that animal was. Yet, he came prepared.]

Aianna, dear! I have something for you.

[Voice jeered, before searching around in his black leather bag. A large, dog bone appeared from the bag, before a malicious smile crept up onto his features. Sitting back down, almost lazilly, the barely muscular arm threw the bone over at the femme, arriving perfectly on her desk.]

Go get the bone! Go get it!

[He called, before releasing a large, echoing howl inbetween laughs. Continuing to howl, the boy halted.]

By the way, where is that tail of yours?

(ooc: icky post)

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