Helia Ollivander
Keeper of Keys
Ravenclaw Graduate
You know me through and through...
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Post by Helia Ollivander on May 8, 2006 19:20:37 GMT
"And I don't see how anyone with half a sense of humour could keep from enjoying it. But then again, Malfoy's aren't known for their skills in entertainment, are they?" a sacron sweet smile slid across her lips and she batted her eyelashes innocently. It made for quite the unusual spectacle. "Unless, of course, you'd like to put to rest the rumour that Malfoy's don't have funny bones?"
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Post by Draco Malfoy on May 8, 2006 20:24:36 GMT
Draco looked over at Ollivander indignantly, narrowing his eyes. "I'll have you know, Malfoys are incredibly good entertainers- Mother throws parties at the Manor all the time, and everyone enjoys themselves," he said confidently, straightening his posture and brushing off his robes. "We just happen to entertain in a more dignified manner," he said eying the mattress.
Then, offering the Ravenclaw a slightly amused smirk, "And, for your information, I do have a sense of humor."
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Helia Ollivander
Keeper of Keys
Ravenclaw Graduate
You know me through and through...
Posts: 1,746
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Post by Helia Ollivander on May 9, 2006 0:07:04 GMT
She rolled her eyes and sighed, "Oh, bother it all. I'm sure your mother throws a fine party... if you're a pure-blood stiff. But I'm talking about the kind of fun real people can enjoy. Not walking around a ballroom talking about who-said-what-to-whom, or who-wore-what-to-whose party. But, for someone as yourself I suppose that's the only sort of fun you're allowed to have."
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Post by Prof Octavious Everritt on May 9, 2006 2:51:15 GMT
"Who cares for whom throws parties or how to have fun?" Leigh asked rhetorically. "Malfoy, if you would like detention, then please by all means stay and chat about meaningless things, or if you don't want to pick up dragon fece's with a good chance you'd dive face first into it, then I suggest you leave now."
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Post by Draco Malfoy on May 10, 2006 15:28:47 GMT
Draco glared at the professor, his arms falling to his sides and his fists clenching. "I'm not allowed to chat about meaningless things, Professor?" He asked, resisting the urge to hex Addis to oblivion. "Well, I suppose you are, since that's all you seem to do in that class of yours." He said, turning away with narrowed eyes and making his way around the corner.
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