Draco's October Catch-All & Memory Share

[dracolucmalfoy]

Who: Draco Malfoy & You
What: Random Happenings and Memory Share.
When: Month of October
Where: All around. Pick a place?
Warnings: Dreams may contain elements of torture, death and abuse of a minor.


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Memory 01: Draco meets a black haired boy in Madam Malkin's before his First Year.
Memory 02: Something nice and light. Little Draco cloud watching with Narcissa.
Memory 03: 6th Year, a moment collecting himself in the haunted bathroom.
Potion Talk: Draco and Nico talk about Unicorns and Potions.
Looking Through The Glass Draco meets Marinette.

[Feel free to request a different kind of memory. There are tons. Also feel free to poke me for any other kinds of scenes.]

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[deathkid]

As Nico approached, he was slow to respond. Not out of rudeness, per se. More that he was giving this Draco a look over. Nico was skeptical of people by nature, cynical due to being on his own for so long. If Jason Grace was here, he'd scold Nico for being so distrusting, but he wasn't, which meant Nico had come to the meeting with his Stygian Iron sword strapped to his hip.

He looked young, dressed in torn, black skinny jeans, a black shirt with a skeleton design on it, and a dark aviator jacket. His hair was a shaggy black mess of Grecian curls and his eyes were black as oil slicks. Looking around 17, the truth was that Nico was much older, having been born in the 30s. But whether that was something Draco could pick up on, Nico didn't know. What he did know was that he could sense death on Draco, slight and faded as if it had been years since Draco had come in contact with it, but it was still strong enough for Nico to sense it. And it was enough to make his eyes narrow at Draco a bit.

Finally, he took the offered hand and shook it. Careful examination of his hand would reveal a silver skull ring that sat on Nico's forefinger. One that he twisted unconsciously when the handshake ended.

"It's fine; I don't care where it happens. Most people wouldn't know what we're talking about anyway," he said, lifting and dropping his shoulders in a shrug.

[dracolucmalfoy]

In Draco's world one did not linger at a particular apparent age for long, unless they are a vampire. Given the sunlight Draco had no way to assume Nico was anything but a teen. Nor did he know the death that had once surrounded him still lingered, which was likely a good thing. That was a time Draco never wanted to revisit.

The hand was shaken and the teen assessed, Draco moved back to the bench and motioned for Nico to join him. It was a good location, and he enjoyed the view. "True, and... there is a lack of secrecy here unlike my own world of origin. Regardless, first I would like you to tell me as much information as you can. What are you Unicorns like? Their behaviors and magical properties within your world? I assume the unicorn horn you have is from your world, of course. Also, tell me about the magic in your world and what you knew of the brewing process." Draco needed to see what, if any, similarities there were.

[deathkid]

"Things are kept pretty hush-hush where I'm from too," Nico replied, settling down on the bench next to Draco. The older man was taller and with the way Nico tended to slouch in his bomber jacket, it just made him look shorter still in comparison. But he didn't let it get to him because there was no use fussing over the fact that he was 87 and still growing. Instead, he focused on the issue at hand, and that was apparently comparing his world to that of Draco's.

It was always strange meeting someone with magic who wasn't a demigod. Nico knew it was possible, that there were regular mortals who could see through the Mist that separated the realm of gods and magic and what most normal people might see. But they were always few and far between. Draco, apparently, had come from a similar world where magic was sequestered and Nico was curious about the reasons why.

"Basically, most humans don't have magic. We call them mortals. Neither god nor demigod, though a rare few can use magic or see what we call the Mist. The Mist is a kind of veil that settles between mortals and us demigods, making mortals think they're seeing something mundane whenever we demigods use our powers or magical weapons."

At this point, Nico paused to unsheathe the black sword that was hanging at his side. It was pitch dark and cold to the touch, emanating an aura of fear and death.

"I don't know how much you might know about Greek Myths, like Hercules or Zeus, but where I come from, they're all true. And the gods are still around, usually having children with mortals to produce demigods like me. My father is Hades, God of the Underworld, God of Death. And the powers I have, raising the dead as well as manipulating ghosts and a few other things... they all come from him. Following me, so far?"

[dracolucmalfoy]

Draco was starting to get a hang out of piecing together information. Or, rather, making sense of the information given to him. He still ran across words and concepts alien to him, but he tried. If there was one thing Draco detested it was coming across as an idiot. He disliked not knowing things. It used to make him act out, but he liked to think he was now largely passed that.

So, try to follow he did. It wasn't all the hard. Obviously, there were no such things as a demigod, but the concept of such was hardly alien to him. He also was very aware of Greek Mythology. He was an intelligent wizard, after all. It was ludicrous to think he would not know. At first, Draco thought that this boy was going to be among the few mortals of his world that could see through this... Mist. When Nico stood and declared himself a demigod? The son of Hades?

Draco sat, and stared. His eyes went from the eerie sword that reminded Draco of things best left forgotten, then to the one holding it. Young, teen in looks. Yes, he saw the Grecian structures to his face.

"I... am going to need some time to properly digest that information. until then... please continue." Draco motioned for Nico to retake his seat. "Please sheath the sword? There will not be a use for it right now."

[deathkid]

"That's pretty usual for people, I've noticed. Even among among other demigods, being a child of Hades is rare," Nico replied with a nod. The sword was sheathed and he settled himself cross-legged on the ground before Draco. The grass withered and died a little, but that was typical of being around Nico. He placed his hands on his knees and gave Draco a few seconds before he continued.

"Now, because demigods are half god, we tend to face a lot more battles than regular mortals. Monsters are drawn to us by our magic and they like to eat us. As a result, a demigod always has to be prepared with Ambrosia and Nectar. Food and drink of the gods. I'm almost out of my supply that I brought with me, which is why I brought up unicorns."

As he spoke, his hands moved, gesturing broadly as was typical of someone from Italian heritage, which happened to compose Nico's non-godly half. His mother had been the daughter of an Italian diplomat, but that was something Draco wouldn't know, and something that didn't matter at the moment.

"Unicorns exist in my world, but are usually never seen by mortals, thus the myth. However, at Camp Jupiter, one of the refuges where demigods and children of demigods can go and learn how to handle their powers while being safe from mortals and monsters... They have a herd that are protected. Occasionally, they'll take shavings from the unicorns' horns to make a potion for healing. But I don't know how to make it because it's more a Healer thing and... Well, I'm not much of a healer. Make sense?"

[dracolucmalfoy]

Pretty unusual? Demigods did not exist in his world. Sure, some powerful people wished they were and pretended, but to actually be one? It just didn't happen. It was unheard of. It was the ease in which this bot spoke of these things which gave Draco some pause. Not to mention Hades, God of the Underworld. Of the Dead. Too close to home. Draco focused on the other things, though. On the things that he could understand. Magic and magical beings. Potions. "No, I don't suppose the son of Death would be good at healing. Did you learn anything? Such as the magical properties of different ingredients, like shavings from a unicorn horn? I cannot simply operate under the assumption that the ingredients from a Unicorn of your world would react the same as from mine. I also doubt you have the stores to allow me the chance at researching said properties."

[deathkid]

As Draco began listing off questions, important things he needed to know, Nico realized that this would definitely not be as easy as he'd expected it to be. He'd been foolish to think that magic was universal, but apparently that wouldn't be the case with what Draco knew. He sighed, twisting the silver skull ring on his forefinger and then frowned.

"I was an ambassador to that camp, so I had more of an administrative role and didn't spend time with other people outside doing my job, so... no. I wish I had now, or at least been able to bring some stuff with me so maybe someone could replicate it. But it looks like I'm Styx out of luck."

[dracolucmalfoy]

Draco sighed and pursed his lips. Crossing his legs again he sat back and became lost in thought. "I imagine that there are many similarities between worlds, depending. However, I was taught a healthy dose of respect for the magical arts. My teacher was, well, a perfectionist. One for a very good reason. You do not become the youngest ever Potion Master by being sloppy." Draco said by way of explaining why he was worried about properties. "What about the general characteristics of your Unicorns? How they look, how they act... things of that nature. Any insight may very well help." Draco could just make the potion to the best of his ability, however ever since Severus had died the man was there in spirit every time, whispering in his mind when he went to do any potion at all. He couldn't ignore all the tiny little details that could make or break a potion. Not realizing just how neurotic it made him.

[deathkid]

A perfectionist teacher... when it came to something like magic, Nico could understand easily why caution and perfection would be needed. It was so easy for magic to go awry and Nico knew that from firsthand experience. So he didn't blame Draco for wanting as much information as possible because there was no knowing if it was even possible to make what Nico needed and safely, at that.

Not responding right away, Nico chewed his lower lip as he considered his answer. In truth, he hadn't spent a lot of time around the unicorns; they didn't like him much given his tie to death. But his half-sister had been familiar with them, often working with them, which came easily for her given her propensity towards horses. With this in mind, Nico looks up at Draco. "Usually only the pure of heart can get near them. Their horns and hooves are made of precious metals, and, well... They didn't seem to like me much."

[dracolucmalfoy]

"Purity and wariness of Death makes sense," Draco said, motioning to the wilted grass around Nico. But then leaned back and crossed an arm over his chest to use to rest the elbow of the other as he pinched the bridge of his nose. Precious metals in horn and hoof... That was different from the Unicorns of his own world.

"The rest though... is different from what I know. I am guessing there is no one else here from your world. Well, then. Provide me with a sample and I will go to the magical research facility. See if there is something they can help with. Unless you wish to do that yourself. That may be best, actually. I will accompany you, of course, but you should be there, in case there are other questions for you." If only Severus was here... If only Severus was still alive.