Well, that tells her a lot about many things. Like maybe he was not a stranger to visiting the Astronomy tower with some paramours?
Shit, did I really just think in terms of paramours? Am I fifty?
She shakes her head, distracted. "It should be - and in any case, it does no harm. I mean, I don't think it does any harm, as long as it's character building type of rule-breaking. Like clandestine snogging, or other normal things for teenagers to do."
"'Character-building type of rule-breaking'," he repeats, dry as a desert in the highest peak of summertime. "I'm sure such character-building lessons are well worth the inevitable detention that would come their way."
But the implied tone is heard, loud and clear. Anything clandestine that happened during their school years are the very last things Draco would have categorized as normal — though he supposes that makes them very good at recognizing what isn't.
No budding dark lords or chosen saviors will thrive under his watch. Probably.
"I suppose it is for the best that I leave the Tower open," he tacks on later as an afterthought. "Beyond exciting teenage escapades, I wouldn't deprive others the chance to see the stars. They can be rather mesmerizing."
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Draco Malfoy laughing, and not at something mean, or some misstep of hers. Will the wonders never cease?
But she is well amused, by his hopefulness that the students will be regulating themselves. As if they ever did that, back when. Then again, it would've been easier to dish out detentions to people caught out snogging, instead of what was actually going on with their lives, back when.
She shakes her head, a little chuckle escaping nonetheless. "Right, give everyone an equal chance to stare at Uranus."
"Yes," he replies good-humoredly, "as well as other interesting sights, perhaps." He could make the obvious joke about being that good-looking that students would want to stare at his face also — he's certainly still vain enough to know and appreciate that about himself — but he'd rather keep the atmosphere as light as it is. He doesn't know what she'd make of that just yet.
Not that he would know what to make of this situation, in the end, sharing dinner with a once enemy, an old acquaintance. The past has a way of catching up to you, sometimes.
"The meal is as good as I remembered," he says as he's finishing up the last few bites off his plate, his tone prim and proper. Not at all tinged with the nostalgia and regret he feels — therein lies a dangerous thought cycle that could only lead him to an early midlife crisis. "I suppose some things will never change."
"Some change is good - even necessary," she manages to quip, quietly, a non-commital little smile on her lips. She's just had a conversation about teenaged mating habits with Draco Malfoy, and neither of them shot off a hex - all things considered, she thinks this kind of change is a success, too.
"Listen, Malfoy," she starts, after finishing up her food as well, and dabbing her mouth with a napkin pulled out of nowhere.
"Your first trimestre will be difficult, before you get the hang of everything. You can reach out, if you need...help, or company. I promise I won't bite." She cracks a small smile.
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Shit, did I really just think in terms of paramours? Am I fifty?
She shakes her head, distracted. "It should be - and in any case, it does no harm. I mean, I don't think it does any harm, as long as it's character building type of rule-breaking. Like clandestine snogging, or other normal things for teenagers to do."
The implied thing here is not that we'd know.
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"'Character-building type of rule-breaking'," he repeats, dry as a desert in the highest peak of summertime. "I'm sure such character-building lessons are well worth the inevitable detention that would come their way."
But the implied tone is heard, loud and clear. Anything clandestine that happened during their school years are the very last things Draco would have categorized as normal — though he supposes that makes them very good at recognizing what isn't.
No budding dark lords or chosen saviors will thrive under his watch. Probably.
"I suppose it is for the best that I leave the Tower open," he tacks on later as an afterthought. "Beyond exciting teenage escapades, I wouldn't deprive others the chance to see the stars. They can be rather mesmerizing."
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But she is well amused, by his hopefulness that the students will be regulating themselves. As if they ever did that, back when. Then again, it would've been easier to dish out detentions to people caught out snogging, instead of what was actually going on with their lives, back when.
She shakes her head, a little chuckle escaping nonetheless. "Right, give everyone an equal chance to stare at Uranus."
IT'S BEEN 84 YEARS....
Not that he would know what to make of this situation, in the end, sharing dinner with a once enemy, an old acquaintance. The past has a way of catching up to you, sometimes.
"The meal is as good as I remembered," he says as he's finishing up the last few bites off his plate, his tone prim and proper. Not at all tinged with the nostalgia and regret he feels — therein lies a dangerous thought cycle that could only lead him to an early midlife crisis. "I suppose some things will never change."
ROSE LET ME GET ON THE GD DOOR WITH YOU
"Listen, Malfoy," she starts, after finishing up her food as well, and dabbing her mouth with a napkin pulled out of nowhere.
"Your first trimestre will be difficult, before you get the hang of everything. You can reach out, if you need...help, or company. I promise I won't bite." She cracks a small smile.