Draco snorts derisively as he hears the giant oaf tell them about the 'proper' procedure to ride a mere Hippogriff. Bowing, submitting oneself, and all that is…not going to happen. Of course Potter does it, the git, and Draco can't help but to roll his eyes. Once Potter's done with his little ride, Draco steps forward, and it's Blaise's turn to roll his eyes.
Stepping forward, Draco does the unthinkable, at least to Potter and his friend, as well as the big oaf.
"Kneel." He commands, and at first the Hippogriff has the nerve to challenge him, to raise its hooves as if ready to attack, and then Draco lets off his fear spell, as well as his power, and the Hippogriff slowly and reluctantly submits. Immediately, Draco mounts the animal, or rather, he stands on its back, as he commands the Hippogriff with authority. "Fly." Instantly, the wings begin to beat and the magical bird takes flight.
Draco stands tall, having a blast, as the Hippogriff, Buckbeak, flies high into the sky, above the clouds, as he experiences a once in a lifetime event.
"Drop." He commands, and the half-lion half-bird drops obliges, turning upside down as the platinum-blond falls through the air. Draco remains calm and poised as he falls; confident he'd be fine even if the bird suddenly decided to rebel. "Catch." He commands, and in an impressive show of ability, the bird-beast complies, putting its back underneath the boy's feet, despite him still being upside down, and flipping itself upright and taking the boy with it. "Good boy." Draco acknowledges as he's soon brought back to the grounds and deposited safely. He has to admit, he'd likely be coming back for more of that. For once, the oaf was useful for something.
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"Remember Mr. Malfoy, point your wand at the Boggart and say 'Riddikulus' just as I did." The Defense Against The Dark Arts teacher, Lupin, instructs what he hears is a prodigious student. This is meant to be a simple exercise, so who better than the top student in the class, in both theoretical and practical knowledge, to get things started.
Draco is not amused, in fact scoffing at the professor and his insistence on having him follow said professor's example. Who does he think he…? Draco's thoughts trail off as the Boggart is unleashed, and he freezes in place.
Before him are two figures, both male. One is roughly five feet eleven inches tall, and dressed strangely: a black Obsidian mask that covers his entire face, a black lion pelt that covers his head and flows down like a cape, a black shirt, black pants, black gold Obsidian gloves and boots, an onyx necklace, seven onyx rings (three on his right hand and four on his left), and an obsidian bracelet. The other is much larger, at least six and a half feet tall, and he's dressed much more conservatively, wearing a white and black tracksuit with matching sneakers. The second figure is much more exposed than the first, more like a person than an enigma, and he has brown skin, a mustache, a braided beard, and braided hair in the styles of 'singles' (cornrows 'til the top of his head, that drop like normal braids).
Neither boy seems like they belong in the Wizarding World, and the entire class is confused, most of all Blaise and Nott, who for the first time in their life, see fear in Draco's eyes. The two figures remain still for what seems like an eternity, but is only a second, and Draco's hand shakes as he attempts to do what must be done. Getting over his shock, his first response is to kill. 'Avada Keda-' He starts in his head, before remembering that the spell has a 0% chance of hitting either of the men standing before him.
Furniture begins rising in the room as Draco's fear eggs him on, and he thinks, he laments that despite the magic he's learned, despite how he's dominated these…small fry, nothing he's done, nothing he's learned has prepared him for this. If he was placed in the same situation, the result would likely be the same. And that…
"Mr. Malfoy! Mr. Malfoy!" He hears the professor, Lupin call out to him, muffled by his own inner thoughts and the state of shock he's in. He notes how Potter and Weasley look at him, amazed and curious. He sees Nott and Blaise re-evaluating him, seeing fear in his eyes and in his visage for once in their lives. He sees the gauntlet raise as the masked man speaks in riddles, as he often does.
"From a Demon to a Dragon, yet still you sit lacking, fell off the wagon. Ya soul returning, burning, churning as we send you to hell and back and, killed by the god like the Kraken." Fire shoots from his gauntlet, and Draco's breath is caught in a hitch, as time seems to slow down. He can see it, the professor looking to step in, the fear on the face of many as the fire seems so real, the reputation he's cultivated being flushed down the drain, and with a close of his eyes, Draco resolves himself. Not today.
"Fuck off." He speaks under his breath, so silently, that almost no one can hear him. "Riddikulus." Suddenly the flaming gauntlet backfires, engulfing both men in the flames, the very fire that killed him before. Draco looks on with a smile, a genuine smile with nothing sinister behind it, as he watches his enemies burn. He didn't dare disrespect them in the way that the spell required, but still, this was, in a way, humorous. At least to him.