"Muggles aren't exactly something I worry over. Danger and muggles doesn't go. We're the danger, after all." The bad boys. The wild childs. Well. Not that last one, sounded a bit stupid but he was most definitely the thing those idiotic muggles should fear. He had no concern for them or their weird, red blinky lights.
Heading inside, he looked about and then spoke loud and with little subtly. "Why are we in a muggle store?"
"That's where you are wrong. The reason we are fighting is because they are the danger. There is more of them than there is of us. They evolve faster, they change their ways. And if a muggle kills you, Malfoy, you won't be any less dead than if I do it." Barty looked around the store. Antiques everywhere, most without any magical value whatsoever.
"I'm looking for something. An artefact. Perhaps it's in the backroom." Barty made his way there, opening the door. "Potter thinks about you too, for the record. I remember. He has a much higher opinion of you than I do."
"... Does not." What? He thought of him? How? When? Why? Was it negative? Was it positive? Was it about his new hair? Did he notice he'd upgraded his robes? Did he think his spell casting was getting sloppier? Because his father always said so but he felt it was fine, honestly. He had so many questions but he knew he couldn't ask them so he just laughed and exhaled in annoyance, acting like he didn't care. "He thinks about as highly for me as he does for the Dark Lord."
They were not on the same level but the hate was there. "You know nothing about me and Potter, Crouch."
Barty snorted. "Teenage boys are hardly some grand mystery to me, Draco." He switched to saying the boy's first name and used a spell to illuminate the room, trying to gauge where it could be. "He gets under your skin. You get under his skin. You spend too much time talking about each other. All your friends already roll their eyes. You think that's the first time that has ever happened?"
He shook his head, smiling weakly. "The only difference is that most are at least slightly more self-aware than you. At least I was."
"Well... I'm not gay. Or into Potter. Ew. What's wrong with you? Just because you want to go around kissing blokes like Potter doesn't mean I do? The way you keep talking, maybe you're the obsessive one." So there. He wasn't weird, everyone else was the problem. He didn't think about Potter too much or talk about him a lot. Did he? Tonight, he'd subtly ask Blaise later. He could owl him.
"You're the one who's into Potter." Ha! Argument won. Draco looked around, pulling a face at all the muggle clutter. "What are we looking for exactly?"
"I never said anything about kissing or being gay, Draco. That must have come from you." Barty smiled a little smile and then he opened the chest of drawers he'd been eyeing. He looked inside and then gestured for Draco to come closer. "Take this box out. You can carry it for me."
He could see whether it was trapped or cursed, then decide what to do with it next.
"... You led me on. With all your -- your ways. Messing with my head." So there. He glared at Barty and bit hard into his lip to avoid saying or doing anything too stupid. Stalking over to the box, he looked inside and frowned, wondering if this is what they came for.
Well, the sooner he got it, the better. Draco leaned forward, grabbed the box from the drawer and looked it over. "Right. Well. Got your stupid thing. Can we go?"
He idly fiddled near the lid, not quite opening it yet.
"Open it. Don't touch what's inside. I just want to make sure." The locket had to be in there, he was positive, but he hesitated to be too certain of anything before he could see it with his own eyes. Before he could test it, really, but that would have to wait until they were back at the mansion. With Regulus' help, he imagined. It seemed symbolic that way. "You are going back to Hogwarts soon, aren't you?"
"Yeah, the break is nearly over, gotta get back there." And away from his home full of death eaters. Really not the biggest loss. Draco opened it and frowned at the empty box before rattling it around a little. The box had nothing in it but he could hear something move. He just couldn't see it. "I don't see anything."
And, against Barty's orders, he reached in to touch around and see if anything was inside.
"Don't!" What an idiot! Barty hit the box out of Draco's hand and did his best to listen to the sound of the locket falling, so he would find it again easily. "Bloody hell, you idiot."
He muttered it, looking down at the ground, and then using a spell to let it rain a little near the ground, so he could isolate just where it was, seeing where the floor stayed dry. The outline was clearly visible, but now he had to figure out how to transport it, when touching it seemed so foolish.
"I'll have at least another mission for you, Draco, while you are at Hogwarts. Difficult to get access by myself."
"I'm not an idiot." Draco sneered as he backed away from Barty and made himself some distance from the wet floor. These shoes were nice. Italian leather. He was not ruining them with some filthy rain water out of a wand. Looking less than impressed, he watched the water rain down and considered if he really wanted to do more missions.
"Did the Dark Lord command me to do it?" Cause if he didn't, he might try to find a way out of it. "I only listen to him or my father." It wasn't true but whatever it took to avoid more tedious quests to prove himself.
"You are questioning me? I believe you were there when the Dark Lord made my position clear. By questioning me, you are questioning him. What I tell you, you do. What I tell your father, he does. And don't pretend as if you don't mostly listen to your mother." Barty rolled his eyes and, finally, finished his protective spell. Like a golden web, something settled around the locket. He took a deep breath, then picked it up, immediately letting it slide into his pocket.
"Put the box where you found it. Ideally, we will leave here undetected."
"... Fine, what do you want me to do at Hogwarts?"
Heading over to the drawer, he slipped the empty box in and closed it again, knowing that he had to stop arguing. It was just hard. He didn't enjoy any of this. He wanted to not be a death eater any more, if he could go back on it then he happily would. Though he didn't think it'd be possible, frankly. His parents would have been awfully disappointed in him. These days, it was so hard to be pure=blooded, lazy and cowardly.
"I will let you know when the time comes. And, Draco?" Barty looked him over, the tapped lightly against his own head. "Guard your mind. The Dark Lord has no reason to be as lenient with you as I am and what I know, he could know as well."
It was basically written all over Draco's face. Really, Regulus had been subtle compared to his younger cousin. Oh, well. "Also, there is a lot of shame in being a coward. None in being gay."
"I am neither! Not a coward, not gay. You know nothing about me."
With an annoyed glare, he followed Barty to head out of the store, insanely frustrated that yes, Barty knew too much about time. He was going to have to be way more careful.
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Heading inside, he looked about and then spoke loud and with little subtly. "Why are we in a muggle store?"
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"I'm looking for something. An artefact. Perhaps it's in the backroom." Barty made his way there, opening the door. "Potter thinks about you too, for the record. I remember. He has a much higher opinion of you than I do."
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They were not on the same level but the hate was there. "You know nothing about me and Potter, Crouch."
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He shook his head, smiling weakly. "The only difference is that most are at least slightly more self-aware than you. At least I was."
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"You're the one who's into Potter." Ha! Argument won. Draco looked around, pulling a face at all the muggle clutter. "What are we looking for exactly?"
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He could see whether it was trapped or cursed, then decide what to do with it next.
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Well, the sooner he got it, the better. Draco leaned forward, grabbed the box from the drawer and looked it over. "Right. Well. Got your stupid thing. Can we go?"
He idly fiddled near the lid, not quite opening it yet.
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And, against Barty's orders, he reached in to touch around and see if anything was inside.
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He muttered it, looking down at the ground, and then using a spell to let it rain a little near the ground, so he could isolate just where it was, seeing where the floor stayed dry. The outline was clearly visible, but now he had to figure out how to transport it, when touching it seemed so foolish.
"I'll have at least another mission for you, Draco, while you are at Hogwarts. Difficult to get access by myself."
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"Did the Dark Lord command me to do it?" Cause if he didn't, he might try to find a way out of it. "I only listen to him or my father." It wasn't true but whatever it took to avoid more tedious quests to prove himself.
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"Put the box where you found it. Ideally, we will leave here undetected."
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Heading over to the drawer, he slipped the empty box in and closed it again, knowing that he had to stop arguing. It was just hard. He didn't enjoy any of this. He wanted to not be a death eater any more, if he could go back on it then he happily would. Though he didn't think it'd be possible, frankly. His parents would have been awfully disappointed in him. These days, it was so hard to be pure=blooded, lazy and cowardly.
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It was basically written all over Draco's face. Really, Regulus had been subtle compared to his younger cousin. Oh, well. "Also, there is a lot of shame in being a coward. None in being gay."
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With an annoyed glare, he followed Barty to head out of the store, insanely frustrated that yes, Barty knew too much about time. He was going to have to be way more careful.