Author's Note: Alright, guys. This is quite possibly the most ambitious
project I have ever taken on. Toute la Magie is actually a Harry Potter
roleplaying community. I have undertaken to untangle the crazyass web of
plot lines we have woven together and present them in a somewhat
comprehensive format.
Throughout this entire story, you must keep in mind that there is very little in the way of long-term plot. We have no idea how long it will go, where it is going, etc. This is just about a dozen of the best writers we could find, playing several different characters each, making up a story as it goes along. This is amazingly complicated, and I really have no idea how I'm going to pull it off. Wish me luck.
Right now I'm going to pick out plotlines and post them separately. As a result of this, some scenes may be posted more than once, because they are shared. (What have I gotten myself into?)
Oh, and one more thing: If you like what you see and are interested in joining Toute la Magie, leave your e-mail address in a comment. I'll contact you and tell you how to audition. (Yes, audition - our admins are anal about quality.) Trust me, it's not that difficult - as long as you are creative and grammatically correct, I doubt they'll refuse you.
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns Harry Potter and all those other characters. We don't own these characters or the setting, we only use them.
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Toute La Magie
Draco sighed heavily, gazing up at the clear sky from his position, prone on the Tower's cool stone floor. The stars looked gloriously bright, and more were visible than was actually possible due to the far-seeing spells placed on the structure. The moon was out too, a full harvest moon, large and orange and very low in the sky.
This was Draco's thinking spot. No one was ever here, except for Monday, Wednesday and Thursday nights. Astronomy was only taken up to the third year at Hogwarts, and hardly anyone ever wanted to come up here on their own. Well, there was the one time he'd caught Wood and Percy up here in his second year; but that was an isolated incident that he'd frankly rather not think about.
*Bloody Gryffandors,* he thought to himself, remembering the scene. *So damned absorbed in each other.*
Draco brushed a strand of white-blond hair out of his eyes as his gaze returned to the moon. The color was really extraordinary; a reddish orange that he had never seen before.
Oh, wait. Yes, he had. Her hair. The moon was the exact color of HER hair.
Oh, how she vexed him. Stupid little Weasley. She was flirting with him one minute, swearing at him the next. If there was a way to put him off- balance, you could be sure she would find it. Their arguments had become a war in his mind -- sometimes she would win one battle, sometimes he would, but the struggle was constant.
Draco realized with surprise that he was beginning to enjoy the little remarks they exchanged, the challenges thrown across the room with just a glance...the game. This did not please him.
Grr.
Stupid little Weasley.
WEEEEYOW!
The horrible screech caused Draco to jar violently. The twisted, maniacal grin and opaque figure that hovered inches before his face caused him to utter a cry of his own.
Peeves cackled and wheezed violently at the young Slytherin's expense.
"Isn't it past your bedtime? Waiting up for daddy death eater?"
The ghost let out another raucous cackle before sinking back into the stone wall.
"Dammit, Peeves!" Draco growled. He didn't appreciate being interrupted like that, but he was almost glad Peeves had brought him out of his reverie. He didn't like the way his thoughts had been going.
*Weasley, I'll get you yet.* he thought. *I'll win the next round.* With that comforting thought in mind, Draco stood up and began to make his way back to the dormitories.
He was halfway down the long, winding staircase when Peeves' parting words came back to him.
*Daddy death eater indeed.* he thought with a distinctly disgusted note. It wasn't the first time Draco had heard a similar taunt. Ever since You-Know- Who had been revealed, he and his family had been increasingly ostracized from the wizarding community. The Death Eaters were all his father had now, and the conflict was eating his poor mother alive.
Draco pulled back the sleeve of his robe and stared at his white, unmarked forearm. His father had hinted that he could join them after his seventeenth birthday -- less than two months away.
*Not yet.* he thought as he re-covered his wrist and continued on his way.
*Maybe...someday. But, not just yet.*
* * *
Draco was sitting alone in the Slytherin common room, reading. He sighed heavily, looked around, then spoke aloud.
"I'm bored. Where is everyone?"
Daphne leaned over the back of the couch and with a flick of her wrist, snapped Draco's book shut. She grinned as he fumbled to find his page before taking a seat on the cushion next to him.
"Everyone is outside making a few...friends. Why are you cooped up in here?"
Draco shrugged, finally finding his page and dog-earing it.
"Nothing better to do, I guess. Crabbe and Goyle are gone, so there's no one around to boss. Potter's no fun to tease any more because he's always brooding, and Granger's so full of herself that all taunts go right under her. Weasley's not here, and he was always the most fun to tease."
Draco sighed dramatically, stretching in a very catlike way. He lay down backwards, letting his long legs rest over the back of the couch.
Daphne leaned her elbows on the arm of the sleek couch and stuck out her lower lip, pouting.
"Just because your minions aren't here doesn't mean you cant have fun. Gryffindors aren't the only ones alive, you know. Maybe a little bind on Loony's spell books would make things a bit more interesting."
She tucked her hair behind her ear and leaned lower, her voice becoming softer.
"And have you noticed the general lack of supervision in this place? Just think of all the possibilities! Just a while ago I was outside, giving some mudbloods a good washing."
Draco stared blankly up at her for a moment. Slowly, a grin spread across his face.
"I like the way you think, Greengrass."
He sat up quickly, the smile quickly replaced by a pensive look.
"I need some new hexes. The old ones are getting a bit too mundane."
He stood up. *Besides, with things heating up the way they are, it would be good to have some extra tricks up my sleeve.* he thought as he strode towards the door. He stopped and turned in the doorway.
"Thanks...Daphne."
He winked roguishly and closed the door behind him.
Daphne simpered at the wink felt she would follow Draco to the ends of the earth...even if he was just going to the library.
She rubbed her temples, wondering what sort of spells that boy could cast just with a smile. He was the kind of man that everyone wanted. What made it a tragedy was that they wanted him for all the wrong reasons. He was attractive, no doubt. He was rich, intelligent, and represented something greater than all three of those traits desired by even the most mundane.
Power.
It was common knowledge that the Malfoys had influence over a great many things and even the mention of their name was enough to send shivers down the spine...Pleasurable or otherwise.
Daphne tried to look past all those things, and from what she knew of Draco's true self, she liked him. Only the other things tended to catch up with her. And each time, she told herself that she was a fool.
Throughout this entire story, you must keep in mind that there is very little in the way of long-term plot. We have no idea how long it will go, where it is going, etc. This is just about a dozen of the best writers we could find, playing several different characters each, making up a story as it goes along. This is amazingly complicated, and I really have no idea how I'm going to pull it off. Wish me luck.
Right now I'm going to pick out plotlines and post them separately. As a result of this, some scenes may be posted more than once, because they are shared. (What have I gotten myself into?)
Oh, and one more thing: If you like what you see and are interested in joining Toute la Magie, leave your e-mail address in a comment. I'll contact you and tell you how to audition. (Yes, audition - our admins are anal about quality.) Trust me, it's not that difficult - as long as you are creative and grammatically correct, I doubt they'll refuse you.
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns Harry Potter and all those other characters. We don't own these characters or the setting, we only use them.
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Toute La Magie
Draco sighed heavily, gazing up at the clear sky from his position, prone on the Tower's cool stone floor. The stars looked gloriously bright, and more were visible than was actually possible due to the far-seeing spells placed on the structure. The moon was out too, a full harvest moon, large and orange and very low in the sky.
This was Draco's thinking spot. No one was ever here, except for Monday, Wednesday and Thursday nights. Astronomy was only taken up to the third year at Hogwarts, and hardly anyone ever wanted to come up here on their own. Well, there was the one time he'd caught Wood and Percy up here in his second year; but that was an isolated incident that he'd frankly rather not think about.
*Bloody Gryffandors,* he thought to himself, remembering the scene. *So damned absorbed in each other.*
Draco brushed a strand of white-blond hair out of his eyes as his gaze returned to the moon. The color was really extraordinary; a reddish orange that he had never seen before.
Oh, wait. Yes, he had. Her hair. The moon was the exact color of HER hair.
Oh, how she vexed him. Stupid little Weasley. She was flirting with him one minute, swearing at him the next. If there was a way to put him off- balance, you could be sure she would find it. Their arguments had become a war in his mind -- sometimes she would win one battle, sometimes he would, but the struggle was constant.
Draco realized with surprise that he was beginning to enjoy the little remarks they exchanged, the challenges thrown across the room with just a glance...the game. This did not please him.
Grr.
Stupid little Weasley.
WEEEEYOW!
The horrible screech caused Draco to jar violently. The twisted, maniacal grin and opaque figure that hovered inches before his face caused him to utter a cry of his own.
Peeves cackled and wheezed violently at the young Slytherin's expense.
"Isn't it past your bedtime? Waiting up for daddy death eater?"
The ghost let out another raucous cackle before sinking back into the stone wall.
"Dammit, Peeves!" Draco growled. He didn't appreciate being interrupted like that, but he was almost glad Peeves had brought him out of his reverie. He didn't like the way his thoughts had been going.
*Weasley, I'll get you yet.* he thought. *I'll win the next round.* With that comforting thought in mind, Draco stood up and began to make his way back to the dormitories.
He was halfway down the long, winding staircase when Peeves' parting words came back to him.
*Daddy death eater indeed.* he thought with a distinctly disgusted note. It wasn't the first time Draco had heard a similar taunt. Ever since You-Know- Who had been revealed, he and his family had been increasingly ostracized from the wizarding community. The Death Eaters were all his father had now, and the conflict was eating his poor mother alive.
Draco pulled back the sleeve of his robe and stared at his white, unmarked forearm. His father had hinted that he could join them after his seventeenth birthday -- less than two months away.
*Not yet.* he thought as he re-covered his wrist and continued on his way.
*Maybe...someday. But, not just yet.*
* * *
Draco was sitting alone in the Slytherin common room, reading. He sighed heavily, looked around, then spoke aloud.
"I'm bored. Where is everyone?"
Daphne leaned over the back of the couch and with a flick of her wrist, snapped Draco's book shut. She grinned as he fumbled to find his page before taking a seat on the cushion next to him.
"Everyone is outside making a few...friends. Why are you cooped up in here?"
Draco shrugged, finally finding his page and dog-earing it.
"Nothing better to do, I guess. Crabbe and Goyle are gone, so there's no one around to boss. Potter's no fun to tease any more because he's always brooding, and Granger's so full of herself that all taunts go right under her. Weasley's not here, and he was always the most fun to tease."
Draco sighed dramatically, stretching in a very catlike way. He lay down backwards, letting his long legs rest over the back of the couch.
Daphne leaned her elbows on the arm of the sleek couch and stuck out her lower lip, pouting.
"Just because your minions aren't here doesn't mean you cant have fun. Gryffindors aren't the only ones alive, you know. Maybe a little bind on Loony's spell books would make things a bit more interesting."
She tucked her hair behind her ear and leaned lower, her voice becoming softer.
"And have you noticed the general lack of supervision in this place? Just think of all the possibilities! Just a while ago I was outside, giving some mudbloods a good washing."
Draco stared blankly up at her for a moment. Slowly, a grin spread across his face.
"I like the way you think, Greengrass."
He sat up quickly, the smile quickly replaced by a pensive look.
"I need some new hexes. The old ones are getting a bit too mundane."
He stood up. *Besides, with things heating up the way they are, it would be good to have some extra tricks up my sleeve.* he thought as he strode towards the door. He stopped and turned in the doorway.
"Thanks...Daphne."
He winked roguishly and closed the door behind him.
Daphne simpered at the wink felt she would follow Draco to the ends of the earth...even if he was just going to the library.
She rubbed her temples, wondering what sort of spells that boy could cast just with a smile. He was the kind of man that everyone wanted. What made it a tragedy was that they wanted him for all the wrong reasons. He was attractive, no doubt. He was rich, intelligent, and represented something greater than all three of those traits desired by even the most mundane.
Power.
It was common knowledge that the Malfoys had influence over a great many things and even the mention of their name was enough to send shivers down the spine...Pleasurable or otherwise.
Daphne tried to look past all those things, and from what she knew of Draco's true self, she liked him. Only the other things tended to catch up with her. And each time, she told herself that she was a fool.