[P] The Lake

[Rodolphus Lestrange]

*Is stunned by the curse and releases her*

*Points wand at himself*

Finite Incantum!

*Is momentally distracted to enable her to escape*

[Nymphadora Lupin (Tonks)]

**Grins and runs for it, but not before aiming a Bat Bogey Hex over her shoulder at him**

Take that, you Death Eater swine!

**Runs for the gates and disapparates once outside them**

[Rodolphus Lestrange]

*Dodges the hex, cursing at himself for letting her get away*

*Disapparates*

[Silvery Bletchley]

Deciding to walk the manor gardens alone with her thoughts after a busy day at the potion shop, she slowly follows the path along to the lake. Once there she stops and sighs, the sight of this place without Zorah lurking nearby as she usually did making her miss the dragon that much more.

Wrapping her warm cloak tighter around her she sits down on the cool grass near the bank and starts listlessly tossing pebbles in the water. Her mind a million miles away as she watches the tiny ripples break the mirror-like surface of the lake.

[Draco Malfoy]

*is in his room wondering where Silvery was, as hadn't seen her all day*

*sends her a note with his owl*

Where are you?
D. x

[Silvery Bletchley]

*looks up as Draco's owl swoops down, seemingly out of nowhere*

*takes the note and reads*

*reaches into her pocket and pulls out her red lipstick, writing on the back of the note*

I'm out by the lake.
S. x

*sends it back with the owl*

[Draco Malfoy]

*gets the note back he wrote very quickly and looks confused*

*throws it on the desk and sees red on the otherside and realises they are words, reads it, pulls on his furlined cloak, then apparates to outside by the lake*

*spots her and saunters over to stand next to her*

Bit cold to be sitting out here, isn't it?

*sighs and looks over the lake, being reminded of Zorah*

[Silvery Bletchley]

*slowly turns her head to look up at him and smiles, patting her cloak*

Self-warming. So I'm warm and toasty.

*returns her gaze to the lake, the smile fading from her lips*

It feels so empty out here now, doesn't it?

*tosses another pebble in*

[Draco Malfoy]

*his cool grey gaze doesn't shift from across the calming lake*

Yeah... it's not the same.

*sighs and looks down at the ripples her pebble makes*

Sounds sad, but I miss her. Father's pleased she's gone though.

*accios up a small stone into his hand*

He said I was lucky he didn't ask Vladislav to turn her into leather.

*throws the stone long and forcefully into the lake, a small splash sounding a few seconds later*

[Silvery Bletchley]

*aghast*

He really said that?

*sighs*

Shouldn't be surprised I guess. He never did like her. It's a wonder he let her stay as long as she did, actually.

*mutters angrily under her breath*

Old grouch!

[Draco Malfoy]

*puts on his father's voice mockingly*

Should change your name from Malfoy to Weasley...

Bloody stupid thing to say. Sometimes I really... hate him, you know.

*sits down close next to her*

[Silvery Bletchley]

He said what?

*hisses*

Don't blame you for...well, maybe hate is a harsh word. But bloody upset I'd be too!

*sighs again and leans her head on his shoulder*

Did you tell him about your task?

[Draco Malfoy]

Yeah he knows.

*puts an arm around her and stares ahead in silence*

I'm going to have to go to Hogwarts soon, to see Snape. Really don't want to go.

[Silvery Bletchley]

Well at least you get to train. That ought to be exciting, no?

Then again, this is Snape we're talking about. He's even grouchier than your father.

*sniggers*

[Draco Malfoy]

*small groan*

True. Still bet he's doing a better job there than that old fool Dumbledore.

*sighs* Shall we go inside?