^{❛ GRANGER! ❜       his voice echoed through the platform as parents patiently waited for their children, & draco had caught eye of none other than hermione.       ❛ although, i don’t know whether or not you changed your last name, maybe weasley would be more appropriate. ❜       he sent her a small smile, looking around as he waited for his son. he had gotten a letter from scropius saying that he had been REJECTED by hermione’s daughter, rose, which just made draco laugh.       ❛ did your daughter tell you that she rejected my son? i just thought that was funny, i haven’t laughed that hard since  .  .  . well, you know. ❜       everyone knew about the death of draco’s wife, & how hard it had been for not only him, but his son as well.       ❛ seems as if she takes after her mother–––– hates the malfoy men. ❜}

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^{MIKAELSON, KOL:}

                    ^{“DARK LORD,” Kol repeated, face severe before he sputtered, snorting into his drink. “Dark Lord. Are there Ghastly Earls, too?” He calmed in a moment, the laughter bubbled up only from the drink. the DREADED DRINK. As an ageless vampire, he’d had an envieable tolerance. As a human witch –– and a YOUNG one at that –– his body liked to act as though it had ever taken a single sip before he’d taken the reigns. Who knew: maybe it hadn’t. Things went hazy rather quickly now, with his lips loose and continuing. “You’d get along with my brother,” he said. “He likes to call himself the HYBRID KING. I just call him a wanker. Dark Lord. Stuff it.”} 

^{He was about to sneak in some sort of offer to look at what healing books he had, but his liquor-soaked brain was swiftly distracted by the concept of BROOMSTICKS. “The witches are very much a PART of the mortal world,” he replied, shaking his head. “No brooms, though I’d seen those before.” A few hundred years ago, give or take. Still, he was confident that NOT MUCH AT ALL had actually changed in the magical corner of Britain. That world had already seemed to prefer to move slowly ( or not at all ) when put side-to-side with the world around it. He’d seen brooms, back then. Back in his VAMPIRE days, when the brooms, just like ANY part of magic, had rejected him. The side of him most affected by the liquor was also a spiteful prat, it would appear, as Kol tossed the rest of his glass back, looking at his drinking buddy. “You’re in the middle of New Orleans with a witch who could show you a thousand years’ worth of magic that could hold the answer to the question why the bloody hell did you come here. I’d figure you’d have more on your mind than schoolyard rivalries.”}

          ^{he looked at him, raising his eyebrows slightly as he shook his head. he didn’t seem to know about voldemort, & he couldn’t really blame him.       ❛ let us not forget, i was a DEATH EATER for a hot second. the malfoy’s are most known for being ones, sadly enough. so people still see me as one, & i worked with this guy, voldemort if you have ever heard of him. he was AWFUL and killed a bunch of people–––– blah, blah, blah. ❜       he rolled his eyes, pushing his empty drink to the side, not really wanting to come home drunk. he had just come out to get some things, & now he was talking about broomsticks with someone who seems to know everything about magic.       ❛ well, the only people in the wizarding world who know about all that stuff are half-bloods, or muggles. i was born one of the PURE ones, making trapped in a bubble of quills and broomsticks. ❜       he hasn’t even touched a broomstick since his son was about ten, & he was teaching him how to use one, which he ended up crashing into a lot of EXPENSIVE things.}

          ^{❛ of course i have more on my mind, but i was just trying to help you get to know me. i don’t know how BONDING works, i thought we were bonding over magic or some shit like that. ❜       he shrugged his shoulders, feeling as though kol was better than he originally thought that he was going to be.       ❛ i’m in the middle of new orleans with a witch who won’t SHUT UP about his magic, when you haven’t even shown me anything. maybe if you show me a book or something, i don’t honestly know. the only time we used books was mainly for potions and things like that, but any other time it was just learning sayings and motions. maybe if you’re lucky i can one day get you a wand YOURSELF, we can be a wizard duo. ❜}

❛ i just pictured your face as the target. ❜ - kolhearted

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          ^{❛ unlike vampires, i can’t HEAL. you could have really aimed anywhere, my wife barley looked at me when i came home. ❜       he gave kol a slight glare, having invited him over to his house. the other day, he was trying to play quidditch with him, just without the brooms, & kol aimed the ball right to his face.       ❛ but, i will tell you something, it was the first time i had seen scorpius SMILE since the move, ever since he left his friend, he just really hasn’t been the same. ❜       there was constant talk about draco’s family in his conversations, but, he didn’t really seem to mind. he LOVED to talk about the family that he had, the beautiful & wonderful family that he got.       ❛ you would have made a good beater. ❜}

          ^{there was a moment where draco thought of kol as a FRIEND, but, the anxiety that kol wouldn’t accept it was resting in there, so he didn’t voice it. they were alike in many ways, one of which–––– they were SHIT at making friends with people.       ❛ unless there is a spell in that book of yours that can heal me, you are paying my hospital bill. i wish i paid more attention in health class, i would have probably known how to heal something like this. ❜       he scoffed, running her fingers through his hair as he stood up, looking back towards kol for a moment.       ❛ oh, & next time, i’m not going down without getting to hit you. ❜}

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^{MIKAELSON, KOL:}

                     ^{“I KNOW WHAT a muggle is,” he replied. “Ghastly word, mind you, and don’t let the TECHNOPAGANS around here hear that an entire sovereign bloody country has kept themselves in the Dark Ages of magic. You’ll break their hearts.” He was still grinning at the show-off comment, because it was TRUE: he was a bloody show pony. Magic left him with a high to which little else could compare, and Kol could feel the heady power of it even with such a small spell. “I know all about the history of your little bubble: I made a point to. Still doesn’t explain why you took yourself OUT of that bubble where I’m sure you were powerful enough, and trained enough, and STRONG ENOUGH and transplanted yourself right in the middle of an entirely different magic.”}

^{He’d learned every kind of magic there was to know. He had – what had so lovingly been pointed out to him – a bit of an encyclopedic mind for magic. He remembered learning the history of wandlore and how the British witches aligned themselves with other sovereign communities in France, and Eastern Europe, and – yes – even further north in America. But New Orleans was still a wild kind of magic where the witches were vital to the city around them. In the Quarter, the nine covens of the city came together in plain view to practice magic and perpetuate their way of life. “Listen,” he said. “You’re in New Orleans now, cellphone or no. If you want to keep your wand hand, I’d stash the stick and find a grimoire sooner rather than later. You’re around witches who raise the dead for fun.” He took another sip of his drink, appropriately loose-lipped to convince himself to actually HELP. “How much magic do you actually know: real, wild magic?”}

          ^{there was a pause & a moment where draco, for once, didn’t really have any words. there was just no reason that he left besides FEAR, & although it wasn’t something that he enjoyed, he did it anyways.       ❛ there is a time & a place when you want people to stop looking at you like you’re still a dark lord. when you betray the people that SAVED the day, it kind of stick with you. the malfoy named wasn’t ruined, but it was hurt to the point where it got to my son. scorpius, is his name, he was slytherin just like me, but everyone recognizes malfoy as EVIL, & i just wanted to get that away from him, if only for a moment. i heard that new orleans had witches, more covens than anything, so i thought that we could still fit in. ❜       he didn’t have a real reason for what he has done, but, he just wanted to do it for the greater good, even if that isn’t usually who he is.}

          ^{❛ i know a little of book spells, i studied it while i was in hogwarts. my father forced me to learn different languages incase the moment came, but it never did. ❜       he shrugged, staring at his now empty glass before he let out a soft sigh, & all of the sudden, let out something close to a snort as he mentioned magic. he turned to face him, the smile on his face growing fondly at the memories of all the spells that he learnt.       ❛ too much. ❜       he said simply, just putting it at that. there was SO MUCH magic in the world, & draco had always been good at picking it up quickly.       ❛ do the witches here play quidditch? or even USE broomsticks? i was a chaser on the slytherin team, but, there was always this ONE kid that had been better at it than me, real tosser if you ask me. ❜}

^{MIKAELSON, KOL:}

                      ^{THEY’D SPOKEN FOR a while now, and Kol – though their accents matched wonderfully – knew that they were from two entirely other WORLDS. And if the poor sod kept talking about MAGIC, whatever stealth status he had been trying to achieve would go down the drain. Kol knew the BRITISH WITCHES; he’d even visited near the fifteenth century. There’d been enough to learn about there: especially about a community who had grown so vehemently inward on themselves they’d gone SOVEREIGN. He took a drink, shaking his head. “Wands are a crutch,” he said. “Most don’t NEED them, and those who do grow out of them.” Unless you’re a Brit, Kol added silently. The you simply cripple yourself with them.} 

^{Kol rolled his eyes, snapping his fingers. They were in a bar, but it had within it a restaurant. And the restaurant, no doubt attempting an aura as some higher CLASS than it had, had candles in cups at every table and every third or fourth bar stool. At his snap, the candle nearest him flickered to life, and with another snap, it sputtered. “You’re in the heart of New Orleans magic, mate,” he said. “You’re in the FRENCH QUARTER. The better part of a dozen covens call this place home.” He leaned closer, tipping his glass toward the blonde man in acknowledgement. “I’ve been to the magic side of London before, mate,” he said. “Saw that school of yours. You’re in an entirely new world. ––Magic, but DIFFERENT.” He flashed a wide smile. “What in the world possessed you to come HERE? Without doing your homework?”}

          ^{he wanted to give him a comment back & he wanted to just let him know how GREAT wands were. draco was good with not breaking his wand, because well, they can break.       ❛ yeah, but—- ❜       he was cut off by the sound of a snap, & all of the sudden, the candle lit, making draco freeze. he had known that magic WITHOUT  a wand, but that was what he learnt. he looked back towards kol, pursing his lips for a moment as he took a sip of his drink.       ❛ oh piss off, you show off. ❜      he muttered, placing the drink back on the table. when he mentioned hogwarts, draco just shook his head, letting out a light chuckle.       ❛ HOGWARTS; it’s a total joke, but my son isn’t too happy that i took him away from there. ❜       he explained, turning to face him more.}

          ^{he didn’t know how to tell him everything that happened, he didn’t know how to tell him that he was still looked at like he was a DARK LORD, and he didn’t know how to tell him that his wife was dying, & that he needed proper medical treatment for her.       ❛ well to start off, i didn’t have a cellphone before coming here. in the wizard word, we don’t use the technology that muggles use—- which if you didn’t catch on, they’re people who DON’T have magic. my wife has taken ill, so i wanted to come to get her well, with proper treatment instead of potions. it’s just  .  .  . it’s a long story of what happened, and it all just pretty much started in my last years at hogwarts. ❜}

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