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Draco was out back, toward the woods. Currently practicing creating a Patronus, but of course for somebody who's rarely truly happy, it's very difficult. Wearing his Persian styled wizard robes, better for the on-coming summer weather while he practiced.

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"Because I shouldn't fail! I can't. A Malfoy never fails." Draco said. It was aloud, but he was really talking to himself, berating himself.

"Now that's just dumb."

Obviously.

"Success is getting up one more time than you fall down, and all that shit. What you need to do is find a thousand ways of trying that don't work, and then use what you're left with. It's the end result that people remember."

Draco glared at that, since that's what his parents taught him. And he didn't consider them dumb.

...No comments from the peanut gallery, kthxs.

He huffed, "I am trying, and it's still not working anyway, and it had to have been at least two thousand times!"

Yes, he's exagerating some.

"Okay, go back to the book. What exactly are you trying to achieve, and what do you need to do it? What would help you do it. Concentrate more on the specifics."

Draco sighed, "A Patronus charm. It's for driving Dementors away. You come up with your happiest memory, and it's supposed to drive them away."

"What's your happiest memory. Don't tell me, it's private and you don't like me very much, but think about it. Think about the scent, the touch, the taste in the back of your mouth, as much of every single thought that occured to you in that moment."

This man, it must be noted, has been a teacher for a long time. Generally for fencing, or his own brand of magic more infrequently, but apparently this isn't much different.

Draco concentrated, and sifted through his memories. His mind was back to being neat and organized again, making this part simpler. But that just made the emotional component harder.

But then as with Yrael above, he came across the one when he realized he didn't have to be anyone's service. No one he had to bow to and call master.

"Expecto Patronum!" And this time, the glow was bright, and there was something distinctly fox-shaped about the form emerging from his wand this time.

Draco couldn't help laughing a little as it slowly faded, "I did it."

"Of course you did. The other ways didn't work, so you eventually got there. I told you it'd work."

Random fishes in his pockes for his cigarettes.

"Right, right. I knew it would," Draco remarked with a superior smirk.

He then turned to him, "Why were you way over there, anyway?"

"Just some fresh air. I find the man bar a little much, some days."

He smirks right back.

"What with the people trying to kill me and all."

Draco was listening, but that last part, hit a little to close to home. But for different reasons.

"What?" He jerked his head up toward him.

"Your mother's threatened to kill me if Ramon misbehaves."

He takes a long drag of his cigarette.

"Fun, huh?"

Draco blinked at that, and he shook his head, "No, you're lying. She'd never do that."

Would she?

"Of course she would. Ramon threatened you. I'd threaten me. She won't be able to get me, because I'm not human, but I can hardly fault her for the thought. Never mess with parental instincts, Draco, it always goes poorly."

"I have been ordered to kill you for your failure."

"I cannot. To do such would be worse then killing myself...So, my only alternative, is to return to the Dark Lord, and tell him so."

Draco seemed lost in thought for a moment, thinking about his own situation. His father's orders.

"."

"Good. I thought you should."

He smokes again, for a moment.

"It won't come to anything, of course. Not if I have anything to say about it."

"Anyway, he's leaving us alone, isn't he? I know she said she was going to take care of it. So he won't bother us anymore," Draco remarked, almost whining a little.

"Pretty much, yeah. They managed to settle it."

And Random threatened to castrate someone if it got worse, but he never actually told Ramon that, just Fiona. So shhhh.

"Well, then that's sorted and no further problems then." Draco replied dismissively.

"Pretty much. Good luck with your magic."

He starts to head back towards the bar.

"And keep safe."

"Cheers." Draco briefly said.

But there was a bitter snort at that last part.

Safe. As if that was even possible anymore.

He sighed and went back to his practice.

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