(New Title For The Series Whooooh!)
John was good with half-truths.
At times, he actually preferred them.
The things he was telling the current owner of his school-were also
half-truths.
".......other magic you say?"
John nodded.
Dumbledore looked honest to god confused-but intrigued nonetheless.
"I can't exactly explain it-nor can I show others how to do it, so don't bother asking."
That seemed to do it.
"This magic is more 'muggle' than the stuff the teach at school."
Feed more halves.
Get him off your case.
Give him dead ends and corners.
Satisfy or confuse him away from the subject.
"How is that possible? Muggle magic that is?"
It wasn't in a demeaning or mocking tone, but one in which he was open to learn, slower-hesitant even.
John decided that this was one of those times where he could be a bit more straightforward.
"The Occult."
The headmaster's eyes opened just a fraction.
So did he know more of the occult?
Well he had to-he was a part of the definition.
Ghosts, magic, goblins, elves, wizards- the point speaks for itself.
"Think of Ouija boards and candle tricks."
John decided to lead the conversation away now.
"Nothing too fancy really~ What I did was an accident, short and simple! The little slight of hand backed up with the actual thing."
With a complete lie of course.
"But sir I do have one of my own-do we learn anything like that in the following years? Doesn't even have ta be destructive per say-just really hard stuff will do!-"
Complemented by redirection.
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The Malfoy Manor was in its usual holiday buzz.
Guests of pure linage and power were invited yearly for the gathering.
Draco peered around his guests.
His followers and subordinates were gathered around their own table while the adults conversed in the other room.
The Manor was neat and tidy as always thanks to their house elves.
Their interior and decorations tasteful and screaming a place of wealth.
This of course-was nothing expected less of a Malfoy.
One of the oldest and few last pure lines of wizards out there.
High ranked in society and were viewed as some of the best.
Even the Dark Lord thought so.
The blonde shook the list from his head.
It was common knowledge that the Malfoys had been Deatheaters.
And personally to this day, away from his father's ears, Draco didn't know how to feel about it....
Because wasn't the Dark Lord......bad?
That had been what his lowlife professors had been cramming down his throat-but when looking at his actual agenda, the Dark Lord had been.......well......evil in terms of actions.
But what made the Dark Lord's opinions any different than the majority of this party's patrons?
He was pro-pure; something Draco had been taught as superior from the very beginning.
(But wasn't something Draco would personally commit genocide over)
He had ranked up thousands of followers and partners all in his name; Something Draco has even started making accomplishments on.
The Deatheaters had persecuted and executed those they deemed unworthy; Draco didn't mind belittling those with different opinions.....but in his young head-wasn't there a big difference between bullying and murder?
And another example was that he was a Slytherin; Draco was a Slytherin.
So was half the party and every follower of Draco's.
Every Slytherin Draco befriended and took into his group had been raised and been expected to think the same.
But John Constantine was a Slytherin........yet he didn't give a damn about any of those things.
He had made friends with the blood traitor and the mudblood that tailed Potter like dogs.
John Constantine was such a paradox to Draco-and he had no clue why.
His peer was the walking and talking embodiment of their great house's very traits-yet the dirty blonde had turned his back on their codes set by those around them.......and why?
He couldn't rap his mind over the question.
The very same word that created new sentences-sentences that formed new questions-new questions along with old questions that his didn't have answers for either-answers he had an already hard time trying to unearth and a shaking fear that it wouldn't be what he wanted-that it wouldn't be what his family, his friends, society had wanted-that it wouldn't be what his father had wanted.
That he, couldn't be what they wanted.
"Hey Draco? You alright there mate, you're lookin a bit blue-"
"-I'm fine."
And as simple as it always had been, despite his concerns he snapped back up his noble face.
Clean, clear and overall professional.
What was expected from a Malfoy.
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John threw lies with a touch of truth at the Headmaster until the elder man deemed it too dark for them to be out any longer.
He shoved the mage back in the castle and went on his merry way to do who knows what.
He made sure to put in more each emotion-the wizard had seen through him far too easily for John's liking the last time they spoke.
Well, at least John could try again later with the library.
But for now, he'll go back to translating the Latin of the one he had.
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Harry could believe it.........
He had to be dreaming.......
He still couldn't get over that morning......where did it come from?
Who sent it?
Why did they give it to him?
Something so valuable as an invisibility cloak.
Ight-day 2 of being busy out of my mind.
Now as you can tell-a few of these chapters are for character or filler purpose over the continuation of the plot, but that should kick up pretty soon anyways~
Buuuuuut- I couldn't resist doodling our unlucky protagonist and I wanted ta know what ya thought~
Not my normal style but I thought it was fun!