"... 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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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.