Draco stands in Diagon Alley, very…excited to start the year, so much so that he can't help but to show his teeth as his mouth expands into his trademark grin. He's learned a lot since he was able to merge with Draco. He says merged because…well…so far he's been unable to convince dear Draco to adopt his old look: white hair, sharpened teeth, and a mask to cover his face. The Draco in him was and still is appalled at the dreadful fashion sense and refused to do…well any of it. And that's not even mentioning the hair style he wanted to try. Of course he's reminded that his newfound 'parents' would disallow all of it and throw a fit if he tried, and he can't help but to grumble internally about the ordeal and make do with what he has.

Despite the minor setback, he's still accomplished a lot with the merger. The new 'Draco' has amassed quite the arsenal of dark spells, having taken to magic like he'd taken to wires in his previous life, and while also having the…resources of a Malfoy. Resources in this case, are referring to the abundance of Dark Magic in the vicinity, as well as the original Draco's relative familiarity with it all. Utilizing the combination well, the new 'Draco' has achieved something rare: being able to create a few spells of his own, and all before he's even stepped foot into a magical school. His face twitches in anticipation at the thought of breaking them in on some poor, defenseless victims. Or dissidents, or enemies, or whatever. Almost anyone would do.

In the same vein, he can hardly contain himself when he thinks of exactly how and when he will claim his spot atop the food chain. The sheer amounts of fear he'll be harvesting then…it makes his mouth water. Cutting off his thoughts of the future, Draco focuses on the here and now, namely the school supplies he had to retrieve in Diagon Alley. The required stuff is boring, mundane even, but there are a few things of note that can spice things up: namely special pets. Personally, he has his eye on something cool…like a dragon or a basilisk. He just needs to convince his father…

Until then however, he had a checklist to fill. First he'd retrieve a fitting cauldron, then he'd procure a wand, and after that…robes maybe? And once that's done, he and his father will…talk. And it will be a wonderful talk indeed.

Before that however, while perusing for robes, Draco notices a timid child with glasses and messy brown hair. 'Another one going to Hogwarts.' He concludes as he further analyzes the boy. The boy is nervous, clearly, and looks much like a fish out of water. Ultimately, Draco theorizes that this boy must be a Muggleborn, a Mudblood for lack of better term. The Draco in him, the old Draco in him, still holds disdain for Muggles and Muggleborns, but it is…far more subdued in the present. Access to Thriller's memories showing not only the power and insanity that muggles could achieve in the past world, but the destruction that they can wreak in his own world (especially given the similar levels of technology and time periods shared between the two) , gives Draco a healthy respect for Muggles, and by extension Muggleborns. It's now more of a…simple dislike than it is looking down upon them as a whole.

While the timid child doesn't seem to know his way around anything, nor does he seem to be important, he is going to Hogwarts and both Draco and Thriller want to make an impression on him…albeit on nearly opposite sides of the spectrum. A compromise will have to be reached.

"Hey, Hogwarts?" Draco inquires with a friendly smile. The boy seems startled by his words and has to gather his wits quickly, to nod affirmatively.

"Yes, um, First year." He stutters out.

"Same." Draco reciprocates. There's a bit of awkward silence for a moment, before Draco decides to lean in closer. "You seem new to this whole…wizarding thing, so let me help you. You should know that…depending on what house you're in, you can either be the hunter, the beast, the top of the food chain, or you can be the prey, the victim." He warns the small boy, the Thriller in him winning out. The boy appears…alarmed to say the least.

"What? I…prey? W-what house-?" He questions cluelessly, having no idea what the blond-haired child in front of him is talking about.

"House Slytherin of course." He clarifies, knowing this doesn't answer any of the boy's many questions that are visible on his face. "If…you wish to be the beast. See you around." He concludes their talks with a sinister grin, as he goes in for his robe fitting, thinking all the while on if his father will be agreeable towards his…suggestions.

So it turns out that his father isn't so easy to convince on matters of what he calls 'utter insanity'. The conversation did not go well, the talk was not wonderful, and it appears that outside of fear, which the Draco in him refuses to use on his father at the moment, he's severely…lacking in the art of persuasion. He'd need to fix that.

At least he managed to procure…some of his books, namely books of history and folklore, detailing dark wizards and their rises to power. He'd make sure to study them greatly as they managed to be feared in their time, something he wished to replicate fully. If he can wrap all of them up in one neat little package… his grin returns at the sinister thought.

The rest of the day is spent with his friends Nott and Zabini. The old Draco had tried to push him to hang out with Crabbe and Goyle but…in the end they both realized that the two meatheads were more muscle than friends. And he had plenty of muscle on his own. Apparently that left him Nott, who was a solitary person, odd, but somewhat brilliant, and Zabini, who was an arrogant prick that Draco had to cow into submission.

Just like Draco, the two would go to Hogwarts, and they all expected to be in the same house as well, and likely the same classes. The Thriller in him wonders if they can ever grow as close to him as his old crew, but he dismisses the thought. If it happens it happens.

"Hogwarts is so close, I can taste it." Blaise, the more arrogant of Draco's two friends, speaks in a dramatic tone. "Just a few short days and we start our paths to greatness." He stops and looks around at his two…'friends' for lack of a better term. "Well, my path to greatness anyway. I never thought I'd be so excited, but I feel it…"

"You're not the only one excited." Draco cuts in with a grin. Blaise raises an eyebrow, shocked.

"Huh? You? I didn't think you'd be someone who's excited about school. I mean I know Theo isn't, and you're kinda hard to predict but…" Draco shakes his head.

"Tsk, tsk Blaise. It seems you never learn. Yes I'm excited. I'm on the edge of my seat…not because we're going to school, but because I get to do one thing I've been waiting years to do: establish dominance." He reveals with a wide grin and wild eyes. Blaise shakes his head in disbelief.

"Right yeah. You got that whole King of the Jungle thing going on. It's uh…" He looks for a proper word to describe how strange the behavior is, and Draco scoffs.

"King of the Jungle? That's not it at all Blaise. It's fear. Delicious, palpable, fulfilling fear. The one thing I want most in this world." He clarifies with as much vigor as his eleven year old voice can muster. Blaise gives him a look of apprehension.

"You're weird Draco. Even weirder than Nott, and he's a loner!" Blaise points out, almost gleefully, but a bit on guard in case the dangerous boy takes offense. Lucky for him, he receives a grin, a wide, sinister grin, instead of any retaliation.

"ᴬʳᵉⁿ'ᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᵍᵘʸˢ ᵐʸ ᶠʳᶦᵉⁿᵈˢˀ ᴴᵒʷ ᵃᵐ ᴵ ᵃ ˡᵒⁿᵉʳˀ" The young Nott expresses in a quiet tone, all but ignored by his two comrades.

"As long as I'm feared, I'm fine." Draco explains the core of his life philosophy, the core of his very being, in a few short words. Blaise can't help to feel uneasy as the two of them ignore Nott's pleas.

"ˢᵉʳᶦᵒᵘˢˡʸ, ʰᵒʷ ᶜᵃⁿ ᴵ ᵇᵉ ᵃ ˡᵒⁿᵉʳ ᶦᶠ ᴵ'ᵐ ʷᶦᵗʰ ʸᵒᵘ ᵍᵘʸˢˀ"