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A/N: This chapter is completely new; Trinity's background needs more explanation, not just for you but also for me so I know what in hell's name I'm supposed to be doing!! I feel I must also apologise to anyone who has tried to read this story when they're tired. My style is concise and so often if you scan over one sentence you've lost an entire action or thought- any tips on how to elaborate? I find it tres hard to elaborate without rambling and boring myself, forgetting about any readers that may be out there – however few and far between ( ! I think I'll go back to poetry when I get bored of this story – or heaven forbid(!) I might actually finish it. The End
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Crabbe and Goyle were blundering back towards the Great Hall from the hospital wing when they came across their master hiding around the corner, leaning lifelessly against the crumbling walls.
It was one of those serene moments, when the world slows its revolution and there is just a single person in one's mind. For Draco, you need only one guess to know who was inconsiderately crowding his thoughts. A tenderness was surging through his cold Slytherin blood as he sucked in the castle air and no nihilistic nor jovial manifestation could explain, justify or relinquish his feelings of fearful confusion.
But life could not be as he wished to live it. He was a Malfoy. The flesh and blood of evil and greed. No love could ever flow freely through such a core.
"Master?" Crabbe and Goyle peered around the corner with an uncanny look of concern shadowing their faces.
"Come with me"
Silence pursued them through the corridors towards the common room as each walked isolated in their own worlds of turmoil, although the extent of Crabbe and Goyle's confusion stretched only to why Draco had summoned them to follow him in such a determining manner for what seemed like nothing. At least they could think of nothing that needed such a serious discussion (excluding cake from the equation of course) despite Crabbe just recently punching a new girl in their own house. As they ambled down through the dungeons, they could not have anticipated the extent of Draco's anger. Being a Malfoy he knew everything about every death eater family in Great Britain...Trinity's was no exception.
"In!" Draco commanded, pointing towards the common room entrance and he slipped in behind his 'little' helpers. "Crabbe!" he barked. "Sit."
Crabbe instantaneously parked himself and gazed up at his master with a look of terror plastered across his face.
"Have you nothing to say in your defence you graceless idiot?" Draco angrily raised an eyebrow questioningly. Crabbe glanced over to Goyle, to Draco and back to Goyle.
"Defence, Master?" His partner-in-crime inquired for him, voice cracking and his body language revealing that was not as confident confronting his Master as he wished to be. A truly 'brave' Slytherin with none of the attributed prowess. His back was hunched and his eyes fixed on the stone floor, apart from the occasional timid glance at Crabbe.
Draco huddled in the chair by the fire and massaged his temples patronisingly, not that is cronies noticed his annoyance.
"Move," Draco waved his hand to the chairs opposite him. "How can I scorn you if I can't see you?" Goyle and Crabbe dutifully moved, slumping into the seats, their heads still hung.
"Trinity Coyne," Draco began, "is the second child of Julius and Ophelia Coyne." He paused, hoping this would be enough and he could sleep, or failing that, be alone. Clearly not. "The spies you..." Draco's head ached further every second which he had to wait in order for his followers to catch up. He sighed, head throbbing. "Ophelia Coyne is that old Gryffindor bat's younger sister. She knows everything from the daily running of Hogwarts to the date of Fawkes' burning days." Watching this slowly sink in was too painful for Draco's pulsating head. He left for his dorm, drank a potion and was asleep moments later.
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A/N Constructive criticism, especially for this chapter, will be gratefully received. Flames – nay good 'cos they just make me depressed
Somehow this chapter did seem to work for me, maybe it's exams, maybe its simply laziness I don't know. Sorry for making Draco sleep at the end of this chapter – its such a cliché having a character fall asleep just to end a chapter but he's had a hard day so he deserves rest.
Trinity...I hope you guys like her. I wrote her bio very late one night and I'm not convinced that it's much good – again I want to emphasise that she isn't a Mary sue. A reviewer a while ago seemed to doubt this and I assure any other doubters out there that if a character mentioned by the Goddess herself was appropriate I would have used them – would have saved me a lot of effort. There is a lot more to develop with Trin's character but I don't want to give to much away too soon but hopefully this gives you a basic idea of who she is at least! Actually I gave away a lot didn't I? I wanted to create dramatic irony for later chapters...really I did...stop with that doubting face!
Acknowledgements: Big thanks to Shakespeare for allowing me to steal more from him
That was a long ramble – apologies my lovelies! Love and huggles Plastic x
A/N: This chapter is completely new; Trinity's background needs more explanation, not just for you but also for me so I know what in hell's name I'm supposed to be doing!! I feel I must also apologise to anyone who has tried to read this story when they're tired. My style is concise and so often if you scan over one sentence you've lost an entire action or thought- any tips on how to elaborate? I find it tres hard to elaborate without rambling and boring myself, forgetting about any readers that may be out there – however few and far between ( ! I think I'll go back to poetry when I get bored of this story – or heaven forbid(!) I might actually finish it. The End
*****
Crabbe and Goyle were blundering back towards the Great Hall from the hospital wing when they came across their master hiding around the corner, leaning lifelessly against the crumbling walls.
It was one of those serene moments, when the world slows its revolution and there is just a single person in one's mind. For Draco, you need only one guess to know who was inconsiderately crowding his thoughts. A tenderness was surging through his cold Slytherin blood as he sucked in the castle air and no nihilistic nor jovial manifestation could explain, justify or relinquish his feelings of fearful confusion.
But life could not be as he wished to live it. He was a Malfoy. The flesh and blood of evil and greed. No love could ever flow freely through such a core.
"Master?" Crabbe and Goyle peered around the corner with an uncanny look of concern shadowing their faces.
"Come with me"
Silence pursued them through the corridors towards the common room as each walked isolated in their own worlds of turmoil, although the extent of Crabbe and Goyle's confusion stretched only to why Draco had summoned them to follow him in such a determining manner for what seemed like nothing. At least they could think of nothing that needed such a serious discussion (excluding cake from the equation of course) despite Crabbe just recently punching a new girl in their own house. As they ambled down through the dungeons, they could not have anticipated the extent of Draco's anger. Being a Malfoy he knew everything about every death eater family in Great Britain...Trinity's was no exception.
"In!" Draco commanded, pointing towards the common room entrance and he slipped in behind his 'little' helpers. "Crabbe!" he barked. "Sit."
Crabbe instantaneously parked himself and gazed up at his master with a look of terror plastered across his face.
"Have you nothing to say in your defence you graceless idiot?" Draco angrily raised an eyebrow questioningly. Crabbe glanced over to Goyle, to Draco and back to Goyle.
"Defence, Master?" His partner-in-crime inquired for him, voice cracking and his body language revealing that was not as confident confronting his Master as he wished to be. A truly 'brave' Slytherin with none of the attributed prowess. His back was hunched and his eyes fixed on the stone floor, apart from the occasional timid glance at Crabbe.
Draco huddled in the chair by the fire and massaged his temples patronisingly, not that is cronies noticed his annoyance.
"Move," Draco waved his hand to the chairs opposite him. "How can I scorn you if I can't see you?" Goyle and Crabbe dutifully moved, slumping into the seats, their heads still hung.
"Trinity Coyne," Draco began, "is the second child of Julius and Ophelia Coyne." He paused, hoping this would be enough and he could sleep, or failing that, be alone. Clearly not. "The spies you..." Draco's head ached further every second which he had to wait in order for his followers to catch up. He sighed, head throbbing. "Ophelia Coyne is that old Gryffindor bat's younger sister. She knows everything from the daily running of Hogwarts to the date of Fawkes' burning days." Watching this slowly sink in was too painful for Draco's pulsating head. He left for his dorm, drank a potion and was asleep moments later.
*****
A/N Constructive criticism, especially for this chapter, will be gratefully received. Flames – nay good 'cos they just make me depressed
Somehow this chapter did seem to work for me, maybe it's exams, maybe its simply laziness I don't know. Sorry for making Draco sleep at the end of this chapter – its such a cliché having a character fall asleep just to end a chapter but he's had a hard day so he deserves rest.
Trinity...I hope you guys like her. I wrote her bio very late one night and I'm not convinced that it's much good – again I want to emphasise that she isn't a Mary sue. A reviewer a while ago seemed to doubt this and I assure any other doubters out there that if a character mentioned by the Goddess herself was appropriate I would have used them – would have saved me a lot of effort. There is a lot more to develop with Trin's character but I don't want to give to much away too soon but hopefully this gives you a basic idea of who she is at least! Actually I gave away a lot didn't I? I wanted to create dramatic irony for later chapters...really I did...stop with that doubting face!
Acknowledgements: Big thanks to Shakespeare for allowing me to steal more from him
That was a long ramble – apologies my lovelies! Love and huggles Plastic x
