Born Under A Bad Sign [Draco]

[Arcadia Reagen]

Thick lashes bat the threatening sleep away as it promises to take her into it's seductive arms once more. The comfortable bed, the crisp sheets, the looming darkness in the young girl's room is all too much to just run away from. She had woken once before as a commotion was heard not to far from where she slept as students were well on their way to Hogsmeade. But as the stillness set in once more Arcadia turned onto her stomach, covers thrown off her body, and went back to sleep with a single arm laying limply off the mattress.

But now after hours of dreaming broken faces and inaudible noises, she rises from the bed. Bare feet grace the ground the same way a ballerina performs. Soundless and graceful. Running fingers through the thick mass of near white colored tendrils the Ravenclaw approaches the dresser to take out a set of clothes for the day opting out of the classic uniform. Goodbye plaid blue skirt, hello comfortable jeans with careless rips in the knees. Stretching the simple black shirt over her head and onto her body a tired glance is thrown back to the bed. So tempting it is not to just return back to it with a book and drift off once again to a wakeless slumber. Lazy is the day but she mustn't stay in bed.

Opening the door, inhaling the smell of firewood once burnt, Arcadia Reagen heads out into the common room to find it absent of all life aside from the moving pictures. What to do today rolls in her mind like a piece of parchment crinkled and dancing in the wind. There could be a bit of practice she could put in concerning wandless magic but she honestly couldn't be asked at the moment to do such a thing. Reading comes into play but then again she had fallen asleep doing that act last night. With a huff she leaves the room, making her way down the many stone stairs. A thought given to count each exact set but that would make her mind feel just about as tired as her body. Peering into the Great Hall to find no one once more, the half Veela moves about and out of the castle.

A gust of wind greets her face while she moves about, glancing off into the distance at the soothed beast, the Whomping Willow. The branches calm and resting as nothing attempts to disturb it. The tree looks serene enough to go and sit under it. However Arc favors her body parts and knows that it would be a rather dreadful idea. A nice walk is in order to stretch the lingering laziness in her bones. Stifling a yawn, arms straining over her head in the most pleasurable way to put her muscles at ease. Feet enclosed in a pair of white flats move around the slightly damp grass with care, avoiding certain parts that she deems more slippery. With a gaze casted out the Ravenclaw becomes wrapped up in her thoughts, uncaring to notice anyone around her.

[Draco Aurileus Malfoy]

Draco Aurileus Malfoy

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It had been fairly early when everyone had pulled themselves from there slumber and somehow yanked themselves out of bed. It had been nothing to watch, owing to the fact that nothing really exciting happened, but Draco had done so anyway. He had no desire in visiting Hogsmeade today, which was odd seeing as he usually did. Once the creaking of the other boys' beds began, Draco couldn't keep his eyes shut tight enough, and he found himself staring at the bed closest to him on his right. He laid on his side and ran a hand through his soft blond hair, staring at Gregory Goyle as he obviously considered ditching Hogsmeade as well, a very difficult to think through internal conflict very clearly happening inside of him. However, his love for the treats from Honeydukes' were far too tempting to pass up, because he suddenly jumped right up and started fixing his bed. At this, Draco snickered almost silently and rolled over and onto his back.

He stared up at the thin black cloth that was drawn across his bed. It was incredibly see-through, but it seemed to be meant to act as somewhat of a shield from the others in the room. It gave just a tiny bit of privacy, while still ultimately leaving none. Though it was enough for the boys, since they rarely, if ever, had anything to hide from anyone, except Draco supposed that if Ravenclaws had the same thing, they'd be fairly distressed due to not being able to hide away their study habits. He rolled his eyes at the thought, extracting his golden pocket watch from underneath his pillow and squinting to read the time. It was early morning, nearing nine, and at that very moment, Draco was glad that the Slytherin Common Room was so strategically position underground. If it had not been, the bright rays of the sun would surely have been beating down upon he and his roommates.

The hustle of the other boys in the dormitories had only just begun, as there was the making of beds, changing of clothes, and overall just grabbing things for their trip out of the castle today. Once they left, however, things were absolutely dead quiet, as Draco was officially the only person left in the room. There were still the sounds of students' voices passed the dormitories, but it was really nothing obnoxious, and it was actually a bit soothing, really. Draco had no interest in going back to sleep regardless of how peaceful things had become, he had just wanted no input from his fellow Slytherins as to why he wasn't wanting to go to Hogsmeade with him. So, as he was now entirely by himself, he slowly moved his legs to the side of the bed and sat up, stretching more now with the ability of doing so. His thin black socks were greeted by the equally thin carpeted floor, and underneath, cold cement. The feeling was comforting, really, after sleeping underneath the thick comforters all night long. It had turned into sort of a morning wake-up call.

And so Draco went about getting up and getting ready to spend a day without people pestering him or following him around like lost puppies. He got cleaned and got dressed in his normal Saturday outfit; black slacks and a button-down shirt. The only difference in today's attire, was, of course, the colour of the shirt he wore. It was a sort of shiny silver, and he left only the very top buttons at the collar undone. Folding up the sleeves carefully so that they were even on either side, he checked himself in one of the mirrors in the room. There was a bit of scruff growing on his chin that could only be considered a five o' clock shadow, and it was hardly noticeable. Besides, a little hair could make him look a bit older. Though it may not be much, it was still something, and that would have to do. He wasn't too worried anyway with who would be looking at up, as he planned on spending the day, or at least the afternoon, in solitude.

His first stop was going to be the grounds, and there was no real rhyme or reason to this. He just felt like going outside might do him some good, and therefore, here he was. The sun was bright but it wasn't so hot, and he was taking long strides down to one of the largest trees, when his eyes caught up with the figure of someone else. She moved gracefully, much different than the way most people walk, and almost like a ballerina. It seemed to him that she was just taking a normal walk (for her, that is), but it appeared to be so careful and every step looked as though it were being critiqued by her the whole time. Draco found himself walking straight toward her in a dumbstruck manner, and when he got as close to ten feet from her, he caught himself and stopped dead. It was the oddest thing, because it was like he couldn't keep his mouth shut. "Hello," he said without a second thought about it, and then he realised how stupid he sounded. "Erm, I'm Draco Malfoy. And you are?"