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Yes, I'm still on hiatus. Luckily for all of you guys, this chapter was almost done when I announced it, so you get some Malfoyness.
In other news, be on the lookout for Naruto oneshots from me if you enjoy the fandom. Actually, look for random oneshots from random fandoms. School is starting soon, and I'm not sure when any of said oneshots will be up, but they will come…. And conquer the word…
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Loke sucked on his upper lip as he looked up at the large building in front of him. "Counseling," it simply read in a large red font.
"Note to self," Loke muttered. "Never prove Mirajane right by drifting off while she's trying to lecture you."
He glared at the bright letters for a couple of minutes, the loose skin on his lips coming off into his mouth with the help of his teeth. Loke didn't want to be wasting his time going to a shrink; he wanted to be figuring out the last couple of weeks by himself.
Loke never really liked talking things out with others anyway.
"No," he whispered to himself as he closed his eyes. "No flashback."
Loke managed to stave off the memory he knew would come. He let out a deep breath and approached the building in front of him.
As he neared the counseling building, more details came into focus. He could see counseling session through the glossy windows of the second floor. As he scanned over said windows, he noticed a black haired man, animatedly chatting to another person. The black-haired man turned towards the window for the briefest moment, giving Loke a flash of green eyes and pale skin.
Loke blinked.
He was seeing things, wasn't he? Harry was long past dead and Loke had no business making Harry imposters appear in a counseling building, of all places. It might make sense if he was in a bar and had gotten plastered, but in real life? Now?
And based upon past experiences with the sheer amount of alcohol that it took to get Loke tipsy, let alone drunk…. the bar theory didn't live up. Loke wouldn't see Harry then, anyway.
Loke tore his eyes away from the second floor and focused them on the ornate door in front of him, which sealed the building. It probably also kept the crazies in, Loke reflected.
He quickly amended that thought as he realized that he would be viewed as a person in need of counseling as soon as he stepped inside the building.
Loke bit his lip again and used one hand to push open the door to the building. A small set of bells jangled overhead as he entered the entrance hall, his eyes immediately attracted to the blonde boy sitting lazily at the counter.
"You have an appointment?" The boy slowly asked Loke, as if the celestial spirit was someone who was mentally impaired.
"Um… Yeah. With a woman named Sake?" Loke said.
"Oh. You mean Miss Drunk. She'll be with you in half an hour or so."
Loke cursed this boy and his stupidity. He also felt the sudden urge to violently kill someone, preferably this 'Sake' and the blonde.
"You're the spirit thing from Fairy Tail, right?"
"I'm a spirit, yes."
"I could never tell if you were a boy or a girl. Wait- don't tell me- you're a girl! Your hair is much too long to be a boy!"
Loke closed his eyes and kept himself from letting the boy see a Regulus blast up close.
"And you're here because you need to be tamed! You are a lion, right?" Loke opened his mouth to reply, but the boy cut him back off. "So the little girl lion needs to be made into an obedient little cat for her master. I wonder what the master will do with the nice kitty?"
"By any chance, is your last name Malfoy?" Loke sarcastically asked, his temper snapping. "Because you act just like the spoiled brat they're made out to be."
The blonde froze.
"You are a Malfoy." Loke blanched. "Nice."
"Don't tarnish the name!" The blonde shot back as he resumed movement. "Malfoys helped win the Second Wizarding War, after all. Not like you'd know anything about that."
"Mr. Draco Malfoy didn't help at all. He just cowered in a corner for most of the battle." Loke retorted, seeking out someplace to sit down. The argument should last another hour if it went like this, he thought. Shame that they only had half an hour.
"My grandfather was in the fray, shooting spells with the best of them! He was fighting alongside Harry Potter, for goodness's sake!"
"Un-" Loke started, before catching himself. "Draco doesn't deserve a grandson like you who assumes everything! He was more important in a different war; just because Harry wasn't in it doesn't mean anything!"
"So now you're on a first name basis, Mr. Spirit-who-knows-all?"
"Yes, as a matter of fact, we are. Have been for the better part of sixty-four years."
"Then why the hell haven't I seen you before?"
'Because I couldn't handle Harry's death, that's why!' Loke thought. 'Because the world fell down and I wasn't sure how to build it back up!'
"Because Draco's a jerk." Loke said out loud.
"Go and insult my ancestors now, won't you?" The Malfoy asked. "Gramps is a jerk. Next thing you know, you'll be calling Dad a backstabber!"
"Who's your dad?"
"Scorpius Malfoy, son of Draco Malfoy. You know about the rest of the family, but not me? I'm hurt."
"Your mom?"
"Lilly Weasley. Who else? The moon?"
"Yes, the moon." Loke rolled his eyes, attempting not to laugh. The great and prideful Malfoys, marrying into the Weasley family- this was pure gold. Shame that he wasn't at the wedding. Shame that he didn't exactly socialize with the Wizarding World anymore.
Shame that Harry was dead.
'Happy thoughts', Loke told himself. 'Think happy thoughts'.
"How the hell would the moon have a kid? And magic does not suffice as an answer."
"Well, the moon obviously brought some kid back from the dead and gave them the magical powers of sarcasm. You're so good at it, by the way."
"I feel the beginning of a beautiful friendship." The Malfoy held out his hand. "The wonderful man-thingy in front of me matches my- and I'll quote you on this- 'magical powers of sarcasm'."
Loke gave the blonde a smirk and met the pale hand with his own. "Loke. Not man-thingy. That makes me feel… violated."
"Leo." The now identified Malfoy replied with a shake. "Like the constellation. It's a tradition for the males in the family to be named after stars. I always wondered why…"
Loke's grin widened and he gave Leo a genuine laugh. "Because you guys worship the very ground us celestial spirits walk upon."
"Untrue!"
"Can't hear you~" Loke sang back at his new friend.
"Come on, you idiotic spirit…"