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Heh, though of course Draco wouldn't know this. Different world, different beings and rules. He'd be so screwed if he ended up in Faerie. Doesn't even know about not accepting gifts, or to always use good manners there.

Draco snorted, "What do you know of my tastes anyway? Never mind, probably not any good anyway."

Puck?

Laughs.

It is not at all a nice laugh.

And he opens his mouth, and a song comes out of it-- not good, perhaps, so much as it is compelling, absolutely enchanting.

"Where the bee sucks, there suck I;
In a cowslip's bell I lie:
There I couch when owls do cry,
On a bat's back I do fly.
After summer, merrily,
Merrily, merrily, shall I live now.
Under the blossom that hangs on the bough."

Draco may even hear the faintest silvery sounds of flutes or bells in his ears to go along with it.

It is, and despite his Occulumency trained mind, it takes him unexpectedly. It was rather fascinating, and intriguing. Pretty really.

He found himself half closing his eyes to listen to it.

Puck tilts his head to the side expectantly, as if he's eager to hear what Draco thought of it but hesitant to ask.

As if he is.

Draco briefly frowned when the music ended. Felt a bit peaceful there.

"Incredible," he admitted with some surprise.

Puck smiles brightly.

"I am most gratified to see you approve."

Draco slowly nodded, "Never heard anything like it before. And it's not that dratted music nonsense here a few months back either."

Puck looks remarkably shifty.

"I do seem to recall there having been a greater number of troubadours here than we normally see."

"Sodding compulsion magic from another world. Been a couple of incidents sometime ago," Draco nodded. No, he wasn't going to mention how he got pulled into one, and took to wearing strange outfits and singing a lot. Lalalalala....

"Glad it's over with. " Blast, he didn't want to admit that part that loudly.

Puck looks incredibly curious.

"I'm really quite enamored of eyeliner, as it happens," he offers.

Draco eyed him oddly. "Some of the lipstick shades were flattering. Though some simple liner would work too." He then facepalmed.

"Merlin... I did not just say that."

Puck blinks.

"Lipstick?"

This would be an I-don't-know-what-that-is rather than a Draco's-a-great-big-weirdo-who-keeps-lipstick-in-his-man's-bag.

Draco placed his head in his hands, and groaned, "Never mind... I said too much already." And he doesn't have a man bag. Not even from the Bowie influence, and he wasn't wearing any of late.

The fairy pouts.

"But now you've thoroughly piqued my curiosity."

"I wasn't myself at the time, and wearing strange outfits. And singing, so can we leave it?" Draco muttered, ignoring the pout, or at least attempting to. Keeping his head lowered to the table helped some.

Puck sighs.

"You're a terrible tease with a story."

(ooc: slowtime would be good, sorry for the delay!)

Draco stared back at him briefly, and groaned, "It's a terrible story. There was makeup, singing, tight outfits, and sodding leather, and I was under some sort of compulsion at the time."

Puck looks positively scandalized.

"A terrible story, sirrah?" he repeats.

"Not a grize. It sounds wholly and completely superlative."

Too bad Puck's never seen Velvet Goldmine.

Draco turned to look at him, "Oh, sure it'd be a scream to anybody else. I'd certainly laugh if it happened to someone else."

Good thing Draco isn't up on muggle entertainment.

"Didn't help that I think whoever I was at the time, was a bit of a poof." Lalalalala... digging holes, digging holes...

Puck smiles winsomely.

"You shall have to learn to laugh at yourself, you know. It'll rather take the edge off should another attempt to do it for you."

Then he tilts his head to the side, birdlike.

"Poof?"

He might know what that means.

But maybe not.

... TEACHING MOMENT.

"Rather laugh at others' misfortunes. More fun that way," Draco remarked.

He sighed, and rolled his eyes, "Yes, a poof. A bloody queer. Boy who fancies other boys." He should know the term, been accused of it enough over the years. Until he'd prove otherwise, or simply make them regret their remarks. Usually with Crabbe and Goyle doing the job of making them regret it.

Puck doesn't really answer the one about laughing at the misfortune of others.

Just ... smiles.

And blinks.

"A bloody queer," he repeats, absolutely riveted and one hundred percent innocent.

"It sounds dreadfully violent."

Draco eyed the smile with some confusion. He didn't ask about it though.

"Don't know about violent, but seems awfully silly and stupid to me. Utterly revolting." He sniffed some with a scowl.

"... Which was that?"

You'd almost think Puck was stupid.

"Fancying boys obviously. Supposed to fancy girls. Better kissers and dressers usually anyway." Draco huffed.