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Draco's been around, keeping a low profile to avoid Blodwen as much as possible. Certainly not taking any chances with his Animagus form for the time being. He hoped his ruddier skin, white-blond hair, and Persian styled wizard robes would be enough to hide him some. The dagger was sheathed, and stuck in his mint colored sash, along with his purse, and a bag with potion ingredients. He was seeing about transfiguring some of the Bar's silverware into more daggers or other possible weapons in a booth toward the Back Door, out of sight of most of the Bar. Though he still had a fair view for observing as well.

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"Knew a little of that. Just not how much." World War II was especially frightening.

Perhaps he senses some of Draco's unease. The Ranger reaches over to touch his hand.

"In the end, both of you - muggle and wizard - are simply human. Made 'just a little lower than the angels' and faced with the choice of being angelic, demonic or beastial. Realizing how much you are the same, whether you deal with a muggle or a fellow wizard, is the first step toward bridging the gap between you."

Draco didn't really understand the part about angels that much. Only thing resembling them were wizards with transfiguration skills. Demons got slight mention in DADA and Dark Arts, but not much.

He jerked his hand away, still leery of contact usually.

He then shook his head and read again. He felt the Ranger just didn't understand. They were too different. And would never understand one other.

But the Ranger does understand. Maybe someday Draco will see how much he does. Cai nudges his arm. If he doesn't want her to poop on the floor, she needs to go out now.

"After you've read a few chapters, perhaps we can discuss it," he suggests as he stands. "Good night, Kenaz."

And I pray that I may somehow find a way to give you hope, he thinks behind a tight shield.

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