The copper-maned wizard reaches up a gentle hand and tugs playfully on Layne's sleeve. "It's a comfortable bed...but not as warm as I would like." Layne smiles almost shyly and takes off his boots, then turns and reaches down to take off Therion's. They hit the floor with a muffled thud, and Therion chuckles. "That hasn't happened in a while," he says, and Layne sits up, looking at him quizzically. Therion grins and tells him, "no one has taken off my shoes for me in a very long time." Layne nods, a crooked half-grin brightening his face. "Well, I haven't worn shoes in a very long time, so I think we're even." The wizards laugh and Therion tugs Layne's sleeve again. "Lay down beside me, and we can watch the ceiling twinkle," Therion says and Layne smiles and closes his eyes, and when he chuckles in spite of himself, his nose crinkles up.
Therion finds it charming, endearing even, but when Layne inclines his head slightly and says, "I might nibble 你 a little," he feels his 心 take flight. He's a beautiful man, this golden-haired wizard, and Therion wants only to make him feel comfortable and safe. And loved. Layne lays his head on Therion's chest and listens to his heart...he is comforted and he does feel safe, safer than he has ever felt in his life. It's certainly 更多 than just being in the White City; it's this family, this little tribe that he is now a part of that gives him this sense of security. He thinks he could sleep like this, actually sleep...there's something about the loving magic in this house that truly does soothe his soul.
Lucius Malfoy has a lot to do with that, but then, Layne knows, so does Ellie. This house loves these people, they just mesh, and he knows that 给 time they can help him overcome his pain and insecurity with their own special healing gifts. He knows they will never hurt 或者 abandon him. He drifts off to sleep thinking about how lucky he is, surrounded 由 the warmth of Therion's embrace.
***
Draco Malfoy sits quietly in the corner of the DA's hideout, watching Neville, Luna and Ginny coach the other rebelling students on casting the Patronus spell. He never imagined he'd be here among them. He knows most of these students, knows that many of them have 迷失 老友记 and relatives to the Dark Lord, and he actually feels...bad about that. Honestly, he feels terrible about that. Not so long 以前 he would have been indifferent to their pain, removed from their lot as he was, but after everything that has come to pass he's not feeling so 'high and mighty'. Not everyone trusted him at first, of course, but those who were present when he was tortured for refusing to use the Cruciatus Curse on Ginny Weasley stood up for him, much to his surprise.
He's grateful for their trust, and for the Headmaster's, but it's a strange feeling, gratitude. He doesn't quite know how to express it.
"Draco," Seamus Finnegan approaches him, wand out, and stirs him from his thoughts. "Let's see if ye can cast a Patronus," he says, and Draco drops his gaze. He tells Seamus, "I don't think I can," but Seamus urges him anyway. "Sure ye can. Ye have to have a happy memory in there somewhere." Hilda appears from behind Seamus and sits down beside Draco, patting his shoulder. "It's ok, Draco, I can't cast one either." She's so small and innocent, her blue eyes so bright, and he recalls how he felt when she gave him the cord she'd braided for him. "Yeah," he tells Seamus, rising, "I'll give it a try."
As he steps up to the other students he hears his name murmured approvingly 由 a few, and he sees a slight smile on Neville's face when the taller boy speaks. "Alright, Draco, 你 know the basics. Find a happy memory, a powerful one, and focus on it. Let it fill 你 up, then when you're ready, cast the spell." Draco chooses his memory and focuses as best he can, and speaks the spell with as much conviction as he can muster. He fails. He frowns and grips his wand, but when he doesn't hear a single laugh at his failure, he's encouraged enough to try again. He fails once more, but he actually felt something this time, and when he glances at Luna, she smiles and nods reassuringly. He hears Hilda telling him she knows he can do it, and he grips his wand. He closes his eyes, takes a deep breath as he focuses as hard as he can, then gives it his all.
"Expecto Patronum!" he shouts, and feels something warm flood over him. He hears gasps, hears Hilda saying, "yay, Draco!" and feels Seamus grip his shoulder. He opens his eyes a moment 或者 two after his Patronus, silvery and feathered, bursts forth from his wand, and can't believe what he sees. It's a swan. It stretches and flaps its wings triumphantly, then shakes itself out before it dissolves into whisps of light. He's done it, he's proven, as much to himself as to them, that he is not lost. As they end their training session for the night, Lucius Malfoy's son thinks of his father, and wonders fleetingly if he can cast a Patronus...
***
He is wandering.
The darkness clings to him as though it were a cloak, and he would take comfort in it, but he is unhappy.
Bad things happen when he is unhappy. People tend to die.
Albus Dumbledore lies dead, frail and cold in his violated grave, why isn't Crowley dead too?
He ponders this.
Why isn't Aleister Crowley dead? What could possibly be keeping him alive? Could he have created horcruxes too? If he has, that's bloody inconvenient. There can be only one Dark Lord and it's him, Voldemort, but might Crowley be a threat to him still?
The chill night air prickles his skin and he feels Nagini slide against his feet.
**Syethesay ahseth aean,** she says, and he considers this. He considers this deeply. "All my spawn are slain." But how can this be? Were they not all as great as she who spawned them? **Syhath eth aset shayah.** He watches her as she slithers into the shadows ahead of them. "He is stronger than we think." So Crowley has powerful defences...he frowns and feels a sudden flare of anger, but then it just as quickly subsides. There is no need to concern himself with this right now; once the Potter boy has died 由 his hand, he can gather his 胜利之歌 forces and eliminate this other annoyance once and for all.
"Come, Nagini," he says to her and she returns to him obediently, rising up to meet his hand as he lowers it to her. There is a crack and flash as they Disapperate together, their destination known only to the Dark Lord.
Well, almost...
Therion finds it charming, endearing even, but when Layne inclines his head slightly and says, "I might nibble 你 a little," he feels his 心 take flight. He's a beautiful man, this golden-haired wizard, and Therion wants only to make him feel comfortable and safe. And loved. Layne lays his head on Therion's chest and listens to his heart...he is comforted and he does feel safe, safer than he has ever felt in his life. It's certainly 更多 than just being in the White City; it's this family, this little tribe that he is now a part of that gives him this sense of security. He thinks he could sleep like this, actually sleep...there's something about the loving magic in this house that truly does soothe his soul.
Lucius Malfoy has a lot to do with that, but then, Layne knows, so does Ellie. This house loves these people, they just mesh, and he knows that 给 time they can help him overcome his pain and insecurity with their own special healing gifts. He knows they will never hurt 或者 abandon him. He drifts off to sleep thinking about how lucky he is, surrounded 由 the warmth of Therion's embrace.
***
Draco Malfoy sits quietly in the corner of the DA's hideout, watching Neville, Luna and Ginny coach the other rebelling students on casting the Patronus spell. He never imagined he'd be here among them. He knows most of these students, knows that many of them have 迷失 老友记 and relatives to the Dark Lord, and he actually feels...bad about that. Honestly, he feels terrible about that. Not so long 以前 he would have been indifferent to their pain, removed from their lot as he was, but after everything that has come to pass he's not feeling so 'high and mighty'. Not everyone trusted him at first, of course, but those who were present when he was tortured for refusing to use the Cruciatus Curse on Ginny Weasley stood up for him, much to his surprise.
He's grateful for their trust, and for the Headmaster's, but it's a strange feeling, gratitude. He doesn't quite know how to express it.
"Draco," Seamus Finnegan approaches him, wand out, and stirs him from his thoughts. "Let's see if ye can cast a Patronus," he says, and Draco drops his gaze. He tells Seamus, "I don't think I can," but Seamus urges him anyway. "Sure ye can. Ye have to have a happy memory in there somewhere." Hilda appears from behind Seamus and sits down beside Draco, patting his shoulder. "It's ok, Draco, I can't cast one either." She's so small and innocent, her blue eyes so bright, and he recalls how he felt when she gave him the cord she'd braided for him. "Yeah," he tells Seamus, rising, "I'll give it a try."
As he steps up to the other students he hears his name murmured approvingly 由 a few, and he sees a slight smile on Neville's face when the taller boy speaks. "Alright, Draco, 你 know the basics. Find a happy memory, a powerful one, and focus on it. Let it fill 你 up, then when you're ready, cast the spell." Draco chooses his memory and focuses as best he can, and speaks the spell with as much conviction as he can muster. He fails. He frowns and grips his wand, but when he doesn't hear a single laugh at his failure, he's encouraged enough to try again. He fails once more, but he actually felt something this time, and when he glances at Luna, she smiles and nods reassuringly. He hears Hilda telling him she knows he can do it, and he grips his wand. He closes his eyes, takes a deep breath as he focuses as hard as he can, then gives it his all.
"Expecto Patronum!" he shouts, and feels something warm flood over him. He hears gasps, hears Hilda saying, "yay, Draco!" and feels Seamus grip his shoulder. He opens his eyes a moment 或者 two after his Patronus, silvery and feathered, bursts forth from his wand, and can't believe what he sees. It's a swan. It stretches and flaps its wings triumphantly, then shakes itself out before it dissolves into whisps of light. He's done it, he's proven, as much to himself as to them, that he is not lost. As they end their training session for the night, Lucius Malfoy's son thinks of his father, and wonders fleetingly if he can cast a Patronus...
***
He is wandering.
The darkness clings to him as though it were a cloak, and he would take comfort in it, but he is unhappy.
Bad things happen when he is unhappy. People tend to die.
Albus Dumbledore lies dead, frail and cold in his violated grave, why isn't Crowley dead too?
He ponders this.
Why isn't Aleister Crowley dead? What could possibly be keeping him alive? Could he have created horcruxes too? If he has, that's bloody inconvenient. There can be only one Dark Lord and it's him, Voldemort, but might Crowley be a threat to him still?
The chill night air prickles his skin and he feels Nagini slide against his feet.
**Syethesay ahseth aean,** she says, and he considers this. He considers this deeply. "All my spawn are slain." But how can this be? Were they not all as great as she who spawned them? **Syhath eth aset shayah.** He watches her as she slithers into the shadows ahead of them. "He is stronger than we think." So Crowley has powerful defences...he frowns and feels a sudden flare of anger, but then it just as quickly subsides. There is no need to concern himself with this right now; once the Potter boy has died 由 his hand, he can gather his 胜利之歌 forces and eliminate this other annoyance once and for all.
"Come, Nagini," he says to her and she returns to him obediently, rising up to meet his hand as he lowers it to her. There is a crack and flash as they Disapperate together, their destination known only to the Dark Lord.
Well, almost...