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[retrieverchef]

WHO | Eliot Spencer and Draco Malfoy
WHAT | Trying to spare the kid some trouble
WHEN | The evening after this video
WHERE | Rooftop garden at the Training Complex
WARNINGS / NOTES | Possible language

Eliot wandered around the garden, keeping fairly close to the elevator in case the blond kid actually came. He couldn't say he expected him to show up after their conversation on the network but he'd said he'd be here just in case. He really hoped the kid would show up soon. He had an overnight appointment starting shortly before dinner.

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tsk. those spells are pretty quick, bro.

[mudbloodhater]

The warning had lodged itself somewhere in the back of his mind, but like anything, Draco wasn't about to acknowledge that in any regard. Especially not from this prick of a man who thought he could tell a Malfoy what to do, or threaten him with thoughts of getting whored out. He was a Death Eater, after all - he was capable of things no one was giving him credit for. The last Arena was a write-off; he hadn't been prepared, he hadn't understood, but this one would be different. That's what he told himself as he glared at Eliot's retreating back, sneering at him all the while. He didn't deign to offer a response; he just turned away, moving to circle the gardens on his own time, acting as though he was too good to be anywhere near there.