ooold character resurfaces.

[greeneyes]

Sometimes you have bad ideas, and then sometimes you have really bad ideas. Hi, again. Pretty sure you might want to re-read everything before attempting an app, even if we are old friends. Lots of details and things if we're staying book-verse, enough to make Hermione's head spin and you know that neither of us is as sharp as her.

Off you go, then.

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[weaselking]

Best of luck with that, mate.

[greeneyes]

Thanks, Ron. How've you been?

[weaselking]

Can't say I've been better, what with bein' stuck in her head all damn day. It's bloody stuffy in here. But can't say I've been worse - no wait, that's a bold lie if I ever told it.

[ Y'know. Losing family members. Diving in a freezing cold lake to save your ass, Harry. Horcrux mission is go. Things are much better now. ]

You? [ Ronald gestures to the dust bunny or two collected in Harry's dark mop. ] Er - you got...

[silverfoil]

Talk about the ultimate vanity. Rereading a children's book that's all about you. Don't you have better things to do with your time?

[greeneyes]

[ Harry's smile falters when he looks up cross-eyed at his hair. ]

Oh, right. [ RUFFLING THAT SHIT OUT and does his hair look any different? Less dusty, just as messy. No one saw anything. ] I'm fine. Feeling a bit like I went back in that cupboard under the stairs, actually.

[greeneyes]

You do realise you're in those books too, don't you?

[weaselking]

[ Ron watches on with a hint of amusement. ]

I reckon it feels good to stretch out your legs and breathe, eh? I know it's been that way for me since she brought me out.

Any word on Hermione?

[greeneyes]

You said it. [ And because he's obvious like that, he glances around to double-check. ] Haven't seen her yet, she's probably running late. Last time I saw her it was the second of May, middle of the battle.

[silverfoil]

A fact I've been trying to forget. If they'd been written about me it'd be an entirely different matter. They'd be better, for one thing.

[greeneyes]

If they'd been written about you, Malfoy, the first four would have been about a nasty little git and the others ... would have actually been just as depressing. Right.

[ He didn't think that through before his brain caught up with his mouth, shut up. ]

Look, I wish they hadn't been about my life.

[silverfoil]

[ They'd have been about his epic struggle with the teacher's pet, his know-it-all girlfriend and a family of poor ginger bullies. A tale of teenaged woe suitable for any bookshelf. And the last three. To be fair, it does get him the rise he was after. ]

But they are, that seems to be the only thing that matters. Can't go anywhere without someone asking for your autograph.

[greeneyes]

Right, because when I was on the run from Voldemort all over the country, me and Hermione would regularly dip into the Leaky Cauldron to do a few autographs and sign some posters over a couple of butterbeers.

[ God help him, Malfoy gets a rise out of Harry right back. ]

Do you actually have selective hearing?

[silverfoil]

[ Of course he did, what are you saying? ]

Elective shearing? What's that?

[ He does what he likes. ]

I'm sure camping out in the woods was really hard.

[greeneyes]

[ fUCK YOU, MALFOY. ]

It wasn't camping. [ ... Okay, technically? But. ] I'm sure it was really hard for you, back home with mummy and daddy.

[ And the Evil Brigade. And never mind that Draco didn't give him away when Harry's face was doing a stellar impression of a blowfish, w/e this is war in the here and now. ]

[reparo]

You shouldn't sell yourself so short, Harry.

[greeneyes]

If I wanted to do that I'd compare myself to Goyle.

[silverfoil]

[ Something in Draco's eyes snaps like dragonfire, but he reins it in before it becomes an insult. He moved on from childish feuds two years ago, not that Harry noticed. He knows that Potter's year wasn't a camping holiday as surely as Potter knows that his own was hell on earth, and after a moment he just laughs into his collar and tips his head away.

Just laughing at him. With him, whatever. Not that it's obvious which is which. ]

[reparo]

[Sassy Potter.]

Maybe you should stop comparing yourself to people instead.

[greeneyes]

[ Urgh. There's something about Malfoy that consistently prompts Harry to feel like a stupid first-year with something to prove. Arms folded, his frown settles in place as the other boy laughs, and what's worse is he feels bad for making cheap digs when Draco bloody well started it taking jabs about autographs. He's going to hate himself in five minutes for trying to be the bigger man, as much as he knows some people would expect it of him (unlike Sirius, he mutinously thinks, If I screw this up at least he wouldn't care). It's not like the war leaves anyone untouched, past or present. ]

Did you come here to say anything worth hearing or just to whine about not having any books written specifically about you?

[ O+ attempt at rejoining the conversation. ]

[greeneyes]

[ Normal Potter, yep. ]

It was a joke, Hermione, I know you know what those are.

[ Nuuuudge. ]

[reparo]

Was it your attention to detail that made you realise that?

[Nuuuuudge yourself.]

[greeneyes]

[ This is now the Nudging Thread, everyone wear thick jumpers. Meanwhile, Harry is definitely not admitting this smile has anything to do with Sassy Hermione warring for his crown, nope. ]

Maybe it was, thanks. Nice of you to notice.

[reparo]

It's what I do. [Apparently. No thick jumpers can stop them when they start.]

[greeneyes]

[ She's going to have to deal with Harry leaning on her obnoxiously, sorry not sorry. It's a passive-aggressive win. ]

Where have you been, anyway?

[silverfoil]

[ It's a Slytherin thing, he's sorry your life is so hard. Not. ]

Only to wonder why your muggle didn't pick someone infinitely more worthy to play, but then we can't all be me.

That and I got to see that look on your face like you accidentally swallowed an acid pop. They should put that on your Chocolate Frog card.