(Q)Gryffindors Jump Right In (Draco)

[Draco Malfoy]

Draco's gaze lifted to watch the dragon, and for once his expression was void of any malice. Instead, the look on his face was clearly one of awe as he continued to stare, almost raising a hand to brush across its brilliant wings.

Glancing back at Sandler, a mixed look of envy and marvel in his eyes, he raised an eyebrow. "The entire wizarding world is obsessed with dragons. Of course, you wouldn't know much about the wizarding world, now would you?" He looked back ahead of him, the dragon capturing his attention once more.

"You really shouldn't be surprised at all."

Noticing she was feeling slightly more comfortable on the broomstick, he scowled and swerved sharply, changing his direction and flying to the other end of the pitch. If he couldn't scare her, he'd make her feel inferior instead.

[Novella Sandler]

Novella's anger bristled, but she was mollified by Malfoy's apreciation of Loiosh, and he spoke softly into her mind that he was alright, this boy, even if he wouldn't show it, and there was a secret he and Darin shared behind Novella's head, orange with laughter and innaccessable.

She faltered for a moment on the turn, looking for a moment as if she was going to fall off her broom, and Loiosh made to fly back to her before she found her balance and he did not have to. Flying toward Malfoy as quickly as she dared, to shout against the distance and the wind.

"I know a hell of a lot more about the wizarding world than I wish to." She tells him, and there's anger but it isn't at him. "If it wasn't for Loiosh and Darin I'd wish I never got my Hogwarts letter."

[Draco Malfoy]

Draco smiled grimly, his eyes cold and emotionless. He could feel her approaching him, continuing her best efforts at flying. Stopping his flight near the gold hoops, he hovered in the air watching her fumbling attempts to reach him. "Is that so?"

He continued to watch her for a little while longer, before letting out a dry laugh. "You'd give up the experience of Hogwarts... Of being a witch, of magic, because you have no little Gryffindor friends?" His eyes contained no evidence of humor, yet his lips were curled into a small smile.

As he turned around to finish his journey to the hoops, his smile faded and instead there was a fire of rage in his eyes. Although he'd never admit it, not even to himself, he'd never even think about leaving Hogwarts to go back to live at the Manor.

As an outlet for his anger, he leaned lower on his broom to allow himself maximum speed. Gritting his teeth, he stared at the hoops as the wind whipped at his lithe body, staining his cheeks with a rosy flush.