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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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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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