Chapter 3
Ina
"Green is the color of her kind
Quickness of the mind deceives the mind
Envy is the bond between the hopeful and the damned."
--Pink Floyd
"Two more weeks," Ina muttered after Mr. Malfoy departed, "And then on to fucking Canada!!!" She picked the copy of Governmental Studies Draco had thrown at her from the floor and hurled it against the wall in anger, sending a landscape print to the floor, cracking the glass and frame.
"Well, we won't get the security deposit back now."
"I don't give a shit! I want to go home. This is not the way we are supposed to live Draco. You and I. We aren't made to follow someone blindly into the fire. Especially with no profit."
"We are profiting from this."
"Where is it? I haven't seen a damn knut since we started this. You promised we would be running the show within months. It's been almost a year, Draco. That is a year of my life wasted in America waiting. What the hell are we waiting for?"
Draco leaned against the headboard, considering Ina's question. "I don't know," he said with a sudden realization. "I have no idea what we are doing here. Why the hell did they send us here?"
"I'll tell you why. They want us to stay out of the way. You're old man has put us here so we wouldn't have the chance to show him up, because you know we could do it."
"True."
"I'm in right mind to just pull out and teach them the kind of damage I can do."
"What are you suggesting?"
"Think about it darling. The death eaters, a noble cause, but what have they accomplished?"
"They have the whole world terrified."
"Right. But what is the fear worth? What is Voldemort----Oh God Draco it's just a word----trying to do? He has his status. Now we are sitting in stalemate. We aren't making money, losing it for that matter."
Draco thought of his quickly diminishing back account.
"We aren't passing governmental reforms. We are just sitting here. Nothing."
"We can't overthrow the entire circle by ourselves."
"Vincent Crabbe, Gregory Goyle, Blaise Zambini."
"Okay, that makes five----"
"Seven, Greg and Blaise are married."
"Still not enough."
"Potter, Granger, Weasly---"
"What? They won't work with us."
"You're right, but they will work against the circle."
"Right, but our ideals don't coinside."
"Diplomacy. Get your owl. We have letters to write."
Ina
"Green is the color of her kind
Quickness of the mind deceives the mind
Envy is the bond between the hopeful and the damned."
--Pink Floyd
"Two more weeks," Ina muttered after Mr. Malfoy departed, "And then on to fucking Canada!!!" She picked the copy of Governmental Studies Draco had thrown at her from the floor and hurled it against the wall in anger, sending a landscape print to the floor, cracking the glass and frame.
"Well, we won't get the security deposit back now."
"I don't give a shit! I want to go home. This is not the way we are supposed to live Draco. You and I. We aren't made to follow someone blindly into the fire. Especially with no profit."
"We are profiting from this."
"Where is it? I haven't seen a damn knut since we started this. You promised we would be running the show within months. It's been almost a year, Draco. That is a year of my life wasted in America waiting. What the hell are we waiting for?"
Draco leaned against the headboard, considering Ina's question. "I don't know," he said with a sudden realization. "I have no idea what we are doing here. Why the hell did they send us here?"
"I'll tell you why. They want us to stay out of the way. You're old man has put us here so we wouldn't have the chance to show him up, because you know we could do it."
"True."
"I'm in right mind to just pull out and teach them the kind of damage I can do."
"What are you suggesting?"
"Think about it darling. The death eaters, a noble cause, but what have they accomplished?"
"They have the whole world terrified."
"Right. But what is the fear worth? What is Voldemort----Oh God Draco it's just a word----trying to do? He has his status. Now we are sitting in stalemate. We aren't making money, losing it for that matter."
Draco thought of his quickly diminishing back account.
"We aren't passing governmental reforms. We are just sitting here. Nothing."
"We can't overthrow the entire circle by ourselves."
"Vincent Crabbe, Gregory Goyle, Blaise Zambini."
"Okay, that makes five----"
"Seven, Greg and Blaise are married."
"Still not enough."
"Potter, Granger, Weasly---"
"What? They won't work with us."
"You're right, but they will work against the circle."
"Right, but our ideals don't coinside."
"Diplomacy. Get your owl. We have letters to write."