Epilogue
Breaking All the Rules
Happy Endings
"Weasley, do you really have to do that in front of me?" Draco said sickened as Ron and Hermione snogged on the sofa. He still had no idea why he was still at the Burrow. His home was safe to go back to and yet somehow he had spent almost over a week there and hadn't even left except for food and whatnot. One thing for sure, Molly was pretty damn persuasive. Even Blaise was still there. Mind you, he wasn't really there as he and Julia hadn't spent much time away from the bedroom since they had gotten back.
Another thing for sure. For the first time in his natural life, he was jealous. Of Blaise.
Blaise was there showering Julia with affection and he was stuck abstaining. It sucked major arse. Somehow being in the Weasels' home and being in the presence of her mother pronounced Ginny as unattainable as rain in a desert and he didn't like it.
Not at all.
"Well you don't have to be here, Malfoy, you could just go home," Ron answered back. "Why are you still here anyway, isn't your house safe already?"
Before he could answer, Molly came in. "Because he saved your sister's life, allowed you to get your own back and…" She turned to Draco who was sitting at the kitchen table eating cereal. "Well, he's such a sweet boy."
"Mum!" Ginny said as she came downstairs. "If you ever say that again I'm leaving."
"What? What did I say?"
"It's alright, Molly I'm fine with it. But I do think I should go home now. I've overstayed my welcome. By about… since I got here."
"Oh nonsense. Besides, I don't think you can go and leave Blaise upstairs can you?"
"Well, he's got company." It was true at least, he was sure Blaise wouldn't miss him. Actually he was pretty sure Blaise would miss the next ice age with all the heat they were probably producing.
"Perhaps, but as he's your friend, he's your responsibility and you're not leaving if he's not leaving."
Ah, that's how she did it. Now I understand why I'm not at home sitting in my own chairs, sleeping in my own bed. He looked down at his cereal. Eating my own food. He laughed emptily and continued with his tirade as Ginny sat next to him to eat her breakfast. I can't leave if Blaise doesn't leave and when Blaise does come out for air he's being tricked by the 'Goddess of home cooking,' and conned into staying when she offers him dinner. Slick Weasley, very slick, he thought as Molly walked past him with a smile. He eyed her with a hidden admiration mixed with accusation.
"I see through your mother, you know." He let the milk drip off his spoon and it splattered on the table in small droplets.
Ginny paused with the massacre of her sausages and considered his statement as she looked to the ceiling in thought. "You – see – through – my mother," she repeated slowly. She turned to him. "How?"
"She's tricking me into staying. I'm like a voluntary prisoner."
She narrowed her eyes. "Do you hear yourself – you know, when you speak, do you… hear yourself?"
"I know what I'm saying, Ginny. I have to get out of here."
She sighed suddenly knowing what he was saying. "Are you still upset because you're not getting any?"
He looked at her incredulous. "Ginny!"
She didn't know what was wrong. "What? It's true isn't it?" she asked.
Draco shook his head like he had given up. "I can't believe this." He stood up and dropped his spoon. "I'm going home."
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Later in the afternoon, Blaise walked down the stairs of the burrow and looked around. Draco wasn't there. He went into the garden at the back of the house. The sun was shining through the clouds, not that it was warm but it was nice to be able to go outside and breathe some fresh air. Ginny was lying down on the bench. "Is Draco gone then?" he said already knowing the answer.
She looked up at him as he masked the afternoon sun and nodded. "Yes, unfortunately he couldn't stay."
Mrs. Weasley came outside having seen him walk through the kitchen from the living room. "I'm sorry that he couldn't stay with you, dear. Would you like some lunch?" she said smiling.
Ginny, who knew full well what her mother was doing, looked pointedly at him when he faced her for advice. "Be strong, Blaise."
He sighed gathering his strength to refuse and smiled at his host. "Sorry Mrs. Weasley, I can't. I think I need to find Draco." With that he waved good bye and apparated.
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Draco sat down with a cup of tea and looked out the window. It was something he always did when he had a day off or nothing to do. This was rare, so, to him, looking out of the window was special in a way. He watched the tops of the buildings trying to remember who lived where. In the space of a month and a half he had been tied up in so much he had fallen out of the loop of his own neighbourhood.
He briefly wondered if Mrs. Levitz still lived across the road with her twenty-four cats. He had always praised her for keeping that house smelling clean with all those animals around. In turn she would then praise him for not being married, what with all the girls she saw him with. And then she would say that when he got himself settled in his company – when he had asked her why she thought he worked in his own company she had told him that she had noted on a few occasions that he had not been at home for long periods of time and she had just assumed he was going on business trips because no man takes that many holidays. – and found others to do the work for him, as so many owners do these days, he could find himself a well-mannered girl to marry and have a family with.
He remembered one occasion when they had had this conversation and he had said to her that there wasn't any possibility for him because he was what modern day people called a lost cause. He smiled into his cup when he remembered what she had said to him shortly after his declaration
"Dad always used to say the only causes worth fighting for were the lost causes."
Mrs. Smith goes to Washington
"Feels nice don't it, to be in your own home again?" Draco heard from behind him. He turned to see Blaise watching him smiling into his cup of tea.
"Shouldn't you be performing the miracle of creating impossible amounts of heat to warm three quarters of Greenland?"
Blaise laughed, "Yeah well, even miracle workers need breaks."
Draco raised an eyebrow and turned back to the window. "Do you remember Mrs Levitz?"
Blaise frowned. "Mrs Levitz, Mrs Levitz – oh, you mean the old lady that lives in the next building?" He saw Draco's nod and sat down. "Yeah, what about her?"
"I wonder where she is, that's all."
It was Blaise's turn to raise an eyebrow. "Um, why?"
Draco shrugged. "Just because. I was thinking about what I am going to do with myself now that my full time career is officially over."
"Yeah I was doing some thinking about that too. I mean, there are the restaurants and they are all well and good but… the whole assassin deal… it completed it, you know? You never needed anything else to keep you balanced so it would be hard to understand –."
"I had a best friend who tried to make life as normal as it could come. That kept me balanced, that I was not the only one grasping at straws, that there was someone else going through the same thing as me. You had a semi- normal life. If I was a part of that, then it made me normal too. That kept me balanced, Blaise."
"And now?"
"Now…" He Sighed. "Now my abnormal life is gone and that's what I wanted," he said but it sounded like he was trying to convince himself more than Blaise. "I'm still a part of your life and now I have Ginny too. You have your own little franchise and you have Julia. Everything is fine now, right?" Blaise shrugged. "So what's wrong with me?" Draco asked.
"Now the piece of abnormal is gone, and you feel… empty?"
Draco sat in thought for a while. "Yeah, that sounds like it. It's stupid, right?"
"No, it was all you were good at."
Draco laughed sarcastically and kicked him from his point of the sofa. "Oh, thank you. Thank you very much."
Blaise waved it off. "You know what I mean. You were an expert at it – not as much as I was, but you were getting there. Now you have no way to express your artistic abilities. You're stumped."
Draco watched him warily. "Are you reading me or something?"
Blaise laughed. "It doesn't take empathy to see that, Draco."
Draco put his cup on the table next to him, sighed and returned to the view outside. "How does it feel when you're reading someone Blaise?"
"What do you mean?"
"Does it feel weird?"
Blaise shrugged. "For some people, if they're fighting you or if you're a novice, it's like ploughing through mud to find a needle. After a while it runs to just murky water. When I first started I thought I'd never get the hang of it, but like they say practise makes perfect and I had a lot of it."
"Was it ever painful? When you were trying to find something?"
"The headaches – after you learn to open your mind – were like having an unforgivable cast at your brain." He spoke as if he was teaching Draco something easy to see but hard to explain. Draco guessed it probably was rather hard to explain, having an unforgivable cast to his brain was something he didn't want to experience but he could only imagine the pain involved. He suddenly had a newfound respect for his friend. No doubt he had gone through it day after day after he was told about his 'gift.' "Because once it's open, especially if you're new at it, it's really hard to close off everything that you hear. Everything comes at you at once and you have no control over it," he said stressing his words. Draco suddenly remembered when they were in the woods. "That's why there are potions, and thank Merlin for them is all I have to say." He smiled and then sighed. "They teach you to know what it is you are going for so you don't get lost. It's very easy to get lost if you aren't trained. He shrugged, "But it's the life of the mind. There's no road map for that territory. Exploring it can be painful. I have a pain most people don't know anything about."
Draco decided to drop the subject. He knew Blaise's talent surpassed many other empaths that would ever cross his path. And for that he knew how hard Blaise's mentors had been on him to channel it. But the more he trained the more powerful he got and the harder it was to control. Draco didn't know how he did it. "Where's Julia?"
Blaise sighed as if thankful for the change in subject. "She can cope without me for a few hours. She's done it for four years so a few hours shouldn't hurt much."
Draco watched him with narrowed eyes and crossed his arms. "As I recall," he began in his trademark drawl, "the four years apart did massive damage to the both of you. Most of it being mental," he added with a smirk.
Blaise rolled his eyes. "Yes, but now it's different. Now we both know we're not going anywhere."
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"Where's he gone?" Julia said as she pushed a scarf out of her mouth, again. Ginny and Julia were walking down the streets of London in the cold weather wrapped up in every warm article ever made. Product of Molly Weasley's supervision.
"To see if Draco's okay, I suppose," Ginny said. "You do know you can take some of that off, right?" she added laughing. Julia, upon walking out to the garden of the Burrow in a thin coat, had been accosted by Molly Weasley and told she could not leave the house like that because the cold could somehow penetrate the three warming charms she had put on it. Julia then allowed Molly to drag her back inside with a goofy grin on her face and as a result now had on three scarves, a large pair of gloves, and not one but two jackets. She looked like a woollen snowman.
Julia smiled. "No, I like it, it's weird but it was done with a good heart. Never had someone dress me before, it was strange. But she treated me like her child, I liked that. And," she said turning to Ginny with wide eyes, "I'm embarrassed," she giggled, "I'm so excited."
Ginny stopped walking. "You're excited that you're embarrassed?" she asked her.
Julia nodded profusely. "Yeah, isn't it cool?" she said with what could only be described as a maniacal grin.
Ginny shook her head. "You are so weird."
Julia shrugged. "Maybe, but for me – who has never met her parents and been fawned over before – it's a first time experience and I love it." They fell into a comfortable silence of just smiles. "So why didn't you go too?" At Ginny's frown she elaborated. "To go cheer Draco up."
"Because Draco's in a slump and I'm not in the mood to cure him right now, Blaise has had much more experience in that area so I shall leave it to him." Ginny then suddenly stopped noting the place they were looking for and stood in front of the store she had found refuge in for little less than eight years.
Julia noticed her stop and looked up at the sign above the bookstore. "Is this it then?"
Ginny nodded. "Yeah." She put a hand out to feel the metal burglar-proofing that she had remembered from her episodes. She smiled. "Thing is I can remember everything about it, what books it sold, how often it sold, who the good customers were… I remember everything inside of it but I can't remember ever actually being inside."
Julia hooked her arm in the crook of Ginny's elbow. "Well let's make that one a new memory, shall we?" She took Ginny's hand and placed it on the handle of the door. Ginny nodded and pushed it open.
The air smelled of old books and dust. She looked around and retraced the mental map of the large room she had remembered night after night in her dreams.
"It looks exactly the same."
"After eight years?"
"Well, the new books are different but the general area… yeah, after eight years it hasn't changed at all."
Julia looked around. "Well, how much closure do you need?"
"Not a lot, I just needed to see it really."
"You want to buy anything?"
Ginny shook her head. "I haven't got any money anyway."
Julia shrugged. "Oh, okay then, well let's go."
They had only just put their hands on the door handle when a voice spoke out from the back. "Ginevra? Gin – is that really you?" Ginny and Julia turned around to be greeted by a short woman with widened-eyes.
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"Well, look who it is, I haven't seen you in a very long time." Draco and Blaise stood outside of the apartment smiling.
"Hello Mrs. Levitz, it's a pleasure to see you again."
"Oh, the pleasure is mine I assure you." She eyed them both standing there before stepping aside. "Come in, please, would you like anything to eat or drink perhaps?" she asked him.
"Oh no, I just ate," he lied easily.
"I just got some chocolate cookies," she said with a smile.
"Oh, don't mind if I do," Blaise said.
"I'll be right back then, make yourselves comfortable." She walked into her kitchen after seeing them to her living room.
They walked into the room full of its lavish décor. Draco sat down easily relishing the soft feeling of the material on the three seater. He loved it, soft but sturdy, very nice in his opinion. He looked up at Blaise as he walked around the room. Every time Blaise came with him he would make a round of the room looking at everything in sight, he did it everywhere he went. He had probably seen the living room a hundred times and Draco was sure that if he ever asked him a question about any of the pictures he could tell him where each of them was, what their names are and how each of them was feeling at the time. Blaise liked to learn about people and most of what you learn about a person, especially if you don't know them, is by looking at what they show you in the comfort of their own home.
Apparently this was true, as Blaise had now turned to Draco with a question on his lips.
"Is she a witch?" he asked. He had always thought she was a muggle.
Draco frowned. "No, how is that possible?"
"Well, this picture is winking at me. It's never winked before."
Draco got up and walked over to him where he was looking at a framed picture on the mantelpiece. And there was a picture portrait of Mrs. Levitz in black and white with a smile on her face. She wasn't moving. Draco frowned. "It's not moving."
Blaise looked closer at it before finally picking it up. "It just did, I swear."
"Blaise, I think all the heat you created in the past few days have finally gotten to you," Draco said as he went to sit down.
"Cookies are here, help yourself," he heard behind him and put down the frame to sit next to Draco. He picked up a cookie and a glass of milk that she had placed on the tray and nibbled on it watching her with a newfound wariness.
She eyed him back and smiled at him fully when he smiled back but they narrowed a little when he looked back at her picture in suspicion. She turned to Draco.
"So, to what do I owe this visit?" she said.
Draco sat up and grabbed a cookie. "I was just sitting at home and I suddenly thought, I wonder how Mrs. Levitz is going and if she had any new additions to her family." As if timed, a black and white cat jumped into his lap.
"She always did like you, didn't she?" she commented as Draco stroked the cat's fur.
"Well cats have good taste, I've said that before," he smiled.
Mrs. Levitz nodded and sat back looking between them. "Well, little Owen has left me – you remember him, a ginger tabby cat with blue eyes?" She continued when he nodded. "And since then I couldn't find the strength to get any more but…" she trailed as she leant forward in her chair and picked up a small black and white kitten, "your little woman right their gave birth to this beautiful creature, among four others, a month ago." She held up the small kitten and Draco could see the steel of its eyes from his seat. He instantly smiled.
"I want him."
A grin emerged on her face. "I thought you would. I've been saving him; all the others have gone already. You would have liked them but they had their father's eyes. This one I saved for you." She reached forward and Draco took him from her arms only briefly squashing the cat in his lap, which, having eyed Blaise's glass of milk since she got there moved over to Blaise.
Blaise, having abandoned his glass of milk, did not notice it disappearing as the cat drank it as he was still watching the portrait.
"You find my picture intriguing, young man?" was what broke him out of his stupor. He shook his head to clear it and his gaze snapped to her.
"Pardon?" he said.
Draco rolled his eyes. "He thinks it winked at him, he been under a lot of stress lately and he's been seeing things. Honestly, you can just ignore him."
"You think my picture winked at you?" she said as if he were crazy and then narrowed her eyes at him. Blaise bit into his cookie. He was planning to avoid her eyes altogether until she asked him, "Which eye?"
Both men on the chair opposite her watched her. "Excuse me?" Blaise said.
She repeated it. "I said which eye?"
Blaise narrowed his eyes. "The left one."
She looked at the portrait and said, "Huh," as if she'd just discovered something particularly surprising.
Blaise had an overwhelming urge to read her, just once, but having gotten the strict no from Draco he resisted it with great fervour. He would have drunk some milk but it appeared to have disappeared altogether. He found a very satisfied cat sitting next to him. He eyed it darkly.
"So," she said to Draco, "Any luck finding your bride?" Blaise snorted and she looked at him. "Oh, I'll take that as a yes, shall I?"
Draco stared at Blaise darkly. "As if you can talk, Zabini."
"Ah, you too. Excellent." She smiled at Blaise.
"Well, we're not talking about me, are we? No, didn't think so," he said answering his own question. Draco shook his head.
"He's head over heels."
Mrs. Levitz nodded in agreement. "I had thought so myself."
Blaise huffed in indignation. "What about you? You haven't taken your eyes off Ginny since you got to her home."
"Oh, I have so taken my eyes off her. Very busy around there if you don't remember."
"I do, I remember everything. And don't laugh at me."
Draco looked at him. "I'm not laughing," he said seriously.
"I'm a mind reader, remember?" Draco rolled his eyes.
Mrs. Levitz was watching them with a smile on her face and leaned back to see them bicker like family. She supposed that since they spent most of their time together they practically were. That last line of Blaise's had definitely caught her attention though.
"Oh you are?" she said sitting up. "Are you really?"
Blaise looked at her and smiled awkwardly. "No, not really it's a turn of phrase."
"Oh, I would have loved to have my mind read. I've been trying to find something very important and for the life of me I cannot remember where I put it."
Blaise laughed. "Well that's not really what mind readers do."
"Oh? I thought an empath as strong as you could locate anything, especially those in your line of business?"
"Well yes it does but – what was that?" he said somehow fully focussed on what she was saying. Draco, too, was sitting forward, kitten forgotten momentarily on his lap.
She watched them both with a knowing smile.
"What do you mean our line of business?" Draco said, careful to choose his words with caution.
She smiled even wider and dusted off an invisible piece of lint from her skirt. "My dear boy, the first time you came here four years ago I saw your aura, it matched many wizard's patterns."
"My aura?" Draco said with some scepticism.
"It's the 'protective psychic and spiritual energy field surrounding and penetrating the physical body,' that's the text book definition anyway. It contains information about the person or object it surrounds." Upon seeing Draco's face, Blaise shrugged. "It was just taught as a crash course so we would know if a mark was onto us or not. It was nothing special really."
"So you're a witch then?" Draco asked.
She smiled. "I have been for quite some time."
"And you know about our line of work," Blaise said seriously.
"I may be old young man but I am not senile," she said abruptly. "I know what I see, I know what I feel and I know how to research things without doing much of anything except calling around," she said with a slight smile.
"Have you told anyone?" Draco said.
"My dear, even if I have, do you really think that anyone would believe me?" They both smiled. "I thought not. Now are you going to help me find my wand or not?"
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Ginny and Julia exited the book store after a long catch-up talk with the owner and Ginny's ex-employer.
"Well at least they cared enough to report you missing to the authorities."
"They thought I was dead. I can't believe it."
"Well, Ginny, you were gone for a long time with no trace or clue to where you were." Julia put a hand on her shoulder. "They've invited you for a long post catch up chat next week so you needn't feel out of sorts after a while. I can come with you if you want."
Ginny smiled. "Yeah thanks. That was a lot to go through just then. All of them at once, it felt really strange but familiar at the same time. I couldn't remember some of their names or ever having met them though I knew who they were. Do you think they suspected that?"
"Suspected what? That you were pretending to know them or just trying to remember who they were without letting on that you had forgotten?"
"Erm, both."
"Nah." They walked on a little in silence. "It wasn't so bad really. I got a few good books to read when I get back so I can't say I have nothing to do now." She held up the bag of complimentary books she had gotten for bringing back their old friend."
Ginny smiled. "Come on let's get back. It's cold and if Blaise is back he'll be wondering where you are."
"No," Julia said holding back her arm. "Do you know how to get by Draco? If anything the two of them would be there right now. If I know them at all Draco is still trying to figure out what to do with his life and Blaise is still trying to help him."
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"I found it." Blaise said standing up over a rug in the entryway. He stepped off it and lifted up a corner to reveal a ten inch mahogany wand sunk in the plush carpet beneath.
"Now why on earth…?" he heard as Mrs. Levitz came up to him and said thank you. She turned back to the living room and sat down with a frown wondering how on earth her wand could have gotten there. She shook her head clearing the thoughts away and went back to the task at hand. "So you say you don't know what to do with you life now that you have no job?"
"Yep. I've only ever had one and now that it's gone I don't know what else I'm good at."
Blaise snorted. "Being a pain. Oh and Ginevra, he's very good with Ginevra."
Draco rolled his eyes.
"Ah yes, the girlfriend. Can't she help you?"
Draco laughed for the first time in a while. "Considering it was her I had to kill in the first place I really don't think she'd be the best person to get advice from."
"If she loves you I'm sure she can overlook that little technicality."
"Love won't help me there. It's a big technicality to overcome. This subject of what I do is very… difficult to discuss with her. Just Ginny in general is difficult really."
"But you do love her, don't you?"
"I don't think it's possible for me not to."
"Well your choice of career affects her too. If you're going to marry her -."
"Say what?"
Mrs. Levitz looked at him a bit surprised at his outburst. "Well you are going to, aren't you?" she asked. "You will eventually if you love her as much as I think you do. And if you want my advice I say the sooner the better before you're so messed up you don't know what you want."
"But… now?"
"Oh when love is fresh within you it's the best time. It's not perfect mind you but love rarely ever is. If everything is imperfect in this world, love is perfect in its imperfection."
Blaise eyed her in mirth. "That's the most ridiculous thing I've heard for the day. Did you read that in Wizard's digest?" he smiled.
Mrs. Levitz narrowed her eyes with a smile. "I know a thing or two about matters of the heart that no magazine could dream to think of."
"Yeah like what?"
"That love is as contagious as a cold. It eats away at your strength and morale. It is probably the reason you tracked down your lady friend Julia because this one over here," she said gesturing to Draco, "happened upon his little Ginevra."
He smiled. "You're happy, you with your oily words. You believe your own drivel."
She laughed back. "Believe it? Who said? But I love to give pieces of advice." They all laughed then. "But enough of that. My words to you both is to do what you love and do what you know. If assassination is what you know or all you feel comfortable with, have at it."
"And Ginny?"
"If she loves you, she'll get over it."
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Draco lay awake in his bed that night thinking. He looked out the window at the skyline and saw all the lights in the other buildings lit up. He sighed. What was he going to do now? His source of income was gone, he had no job anymore. At least Blaise had his chain of restaurants.
He turned to Ginny asleep next to him. The moonlight playing on her skin. When he had come home with Blaise both Ginny and Julia were in his apartment looking out the window of his living room. He didn't blame them, it had a great view. They all knew what would happen if Blaise went to the burrow so Julia and Blaise were staying in his spare room for the night. They had gotten into a discussion about what he had decided to do and when he mentioned what Mrs. Levitz had suggested he was surprised that Ginny didn't really seem to mind. Even though it sounded terrible, killing people for a living was all he had done since school, he didn't know how to do much else. He could probably work in one of Blaise's restaurants for a while but he was sure he'd go crazy.
He had to think of a career for himself. One that preferably didn't involve harming anyone in any way. He was good with boats, maybe he could find a job by a harbour somewhere. Actually no, scrap that, with his temper he'd probably drown someone if they edged his nerves. He could cook, to an extent, but that would put him in a restaurant and most likely one on the Zabini circuit. With that family, they probably fried traitors in oil.
Oh well, he kept thinking until he fell asleep.
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A week later, Draco entered his apartment with a smile on his face and a large bag in his hands. His overnight visitors, i.e. Blaise and Julia seemed to have taken up residence as they didn't seem to have left. Draco found this strange as his apartment could probably fit into Blaise's home a hundred times over. He shook this off, though, as he shut his front door. He didn't mind the company.
"Dinner's ready," Ginny said as he shut the door.
Blaise looked up from a book he was reading. Julia seemed to have gotten quite a few when she went with Ginny to the book store she used to work in. However there were more this time and Draco had the suspicion she had received more when she went with Ginny again to meet her friends. Blaise looked suspicious at Draco's broad smile. He eyed the bag in his hand. "What's with the big smile?" he said still looking at it.
Draco rested it down. Ginny and Julia were in the kitchen, which explain the nice smell of the room. They looked over at him when he placed the bag down on the counter and it made a slight clunk as if whatever was in it were made of metal. "I know what I'm going to do." He took of his jacket and placed it on a hook in the cupboard next to the door.
With that Blaise looked back down at his book. "Oh found another career have you?" he said as his eyes skimmed the words.
"No, no it's the same one," Draco said frankly.
With this answer, Blaise set the book down and looked at him full on, as did the other two in the kitchen. "You've gone back to killing people… again?" Blaise said. Looking at the nod he raised an eyebrow. "So I trust from the smile on your face that you've found yourself a mark already?"
Yeah his name is Brian Warder. Someone found me today as I was walking and asked if they could talk to me. They said they knew who I 'was,' and if I'd be interested in taking the reins for a while."
"And the agency?" Blaise said crossing his arms.
"That's the thing. When they said take the reigns I thought they meant with just this job so I said no. But they want me to run it. As in take the reigns on the whole thing. So now I'm freelance while employing others. What do you say; want to come into the business with me?"
Blaise sighed. He had long let go of any hope of understanding the workings of this man's mind. "As long as you don't turn into another Leveret, lord knows I can only deal with one of those every millennium. What do you plan to kill him with?"
"Oh," Draco said getting up and going back to the counter. "I'm getting creative." He picked up the bag he had flung on the table and took out a large metal contraption." Blaise got up off the sofa to get a better look.
"It's a metal… what – what is that?" he asked.
Draco undid the chunk of metal and Blaise learned that it unfolded into a bow.
"You're not."
Draco gave him a maniacal grin and nodded as he laughed, "I am."
He watched as Draco took out five arrows from in the bag also. "Draco, no one is gonna believe this was an accident," he said trying to reason with him.
Draco raised his eyebrows. "Oh really?" he said looking at his watch. He began to pack everything away. "Are you going to come?" he said as he went back into the cupboard to get his coat. He threw Blaise his coat too.
"Ooh, I do!" Julia said excitedly. "I've never seen you in the field. Not really."
"I'm quite curious myself," Ginny said before putting a charm on the pots on the stove to remain heated until they came back.
Blaise watched him carefully and narrowed his eyes as he put on his coat. "What do you know that I don't?" he asked as Draco left the house followed by the two women.
Draco turned back and smiled at his long life friend. "He's teaching his wife how to hit the bull's-eye in his archery club."
