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[25 Oct 2012|06:54pm] |
Draco wasn't looking forward to this, but he felt like he had to do it. Last time he'd tried to talk to Merlin the other boy had claimed he needed to see his father and ran off, but if he cornered Merlin in his -- apparently private -- room, he could force a conversation out of him. He had his occlumency shields up around his mind and both sets of memories as tight as he could get them. Merlin didn't need to know he was from an alternate timeline.
He knocked on the other boy's door and stepped back. If Merlin didn't want to show him memories, that was fine. Draco at least wanted to sort things out so the Dark Lord's son wasn't feeling upset with him. Merlin as an enemy seemed detrimental to Draco's well-being.
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[25 Oct 2012|09:51pm] |
Rex took a look around after they were done flooing. His eyes moved over the house his father still owned in Paris and then he turned to Rider, dusting off a bit of his clothes. He smiled at him for a moment, then stepped away and put down the bags he'd been carrying for the both of them, then started a fire in the fireplace.
"My dad won't come here. Even if he does, he won't care." Rex informed Rider. "Do you want something to eat? I can cook for you if you want. I think the elves are probably around if you don't trust my cooking."
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