07-20-2008, 02:24 AM
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There was something about him that wasn’t quite right. Perhaps that was why his aunt had sent him off like this, intent on him realizing this in the same way she had. Madness lived in their blood, in their family; she had explained that to him one night, when he had been sneaking around. They had sat outside and smoked and she explained everything—except for the things she skillfully avoided, denied, lied about. Even those he hadn’t caught. Draco was skilled in this game, but he lacked the experience she did. He missed her sorely.
He leaned back, looking out to the forest below them. “You have a swagger,” he said, looking at her from the corner of his eye. “There isn’t anything wrong with entertainment,” he continued, laying onto his back and shrugging. “That’s what the game is all about.”
I've got to remember this is just a game
There was something about him that wasn’t quite right. Perhaps that was why his aunt had sent him off like this, intent on him realizing this in the same way she had. Madness lived in their blood, in their family; she had explained that to him one night, when he had been sneaking around. They had sat outside and smoked and she explained everything—except for the things she skillfully avoided, denied, lied about. Even those he hadn’t caught. Draco was skilled in this game, but he lacked the experience she did. He missed her sorely.
He leaned back, looking out to the forest below them. “You have a swagger,” he said, looking at her from the corner of his eye. “There isn’t anything wrong with entertainment,” he continued, laying onto his back and shrugging. “That’s what the game is all about.”