Secret Passage in the Dungeons

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Alice wandered down to the dungeons for some random reason.

Lucius is walking along with his pimp cane when he sees a blonde girl standing around. He tilts his head as he tries to figure out if he knows who it is. Gryffindor robes. Blonde hair. Hm. Nope, not sure who it is. "Hello," he says in a tired, lazy voice as he leans against the wall, waiting to see who this girl was before deciding how he'd treat her.

Alice felt someone walk up behind her and she turned around. The boy had very nice hair, though it definitely wasn't as nice as Fay's or Gid's. One cannot compare to that amazingness. "Hello," she replied as nicely as possible. He was a Slytherin, after all. Ew.

"I don't think I've ever seen you around before. Then again, I rarely leave the Slytherin dungeons. I'm Lucius," he says casually without offering out his hand. "Lucius Malfoy."

"Lovely," Alice replies, not really caring much at all. "Alice Prewett. How fortunate that I happen to be down in the dungeons on that day that you decide to be social. I couldn't be more thrilled," she said dully.

"Oh. A Prewett. How unfortunate that I had to walk by here when you were standing about," he said with disgust. "I should have known." He shook his head and looked down at his pimp cane, sneering to himself. He had almost- almost been friendly with a Prewett.

Meanwhile, Alice cannot believe that she had almost been friendly with a Malfoy. The idea was sickening. She backed away, not wanting to be too close. "Your hair is looking a bit lank," she said, crinkling her nose in disgust. She twirled on a strand of her gorgeous hair. "Did Mummy not have time to brush it this morning?" she simpered.

Lucius rolls his eyes because he knows his hair is perfect as usual. "Oh, aren't you just hilarious," he says sardonically. "And you think your hair is so special? Rather dull if you ask me," he lies because though he hates Prewetts, they do have fabulous hair unlike the Weasley clan.

"This? Dull? Oh, you. You're so funny, I can barely contain my laughter." She rolls her eyes. "Someone's blind~," she sings. "And maybe a little jealous too," she smirks. Alice and Lucius would probably get along if not for their family squabbles. They both have such big egos.

They would probably be the best of friends, but alas, they were destined to hate each other. "Jealous? Of a blood traitor? Oh, you're just full of jokes this morning, aren't you? And it's only the beginning of the school year."

Alice smirks again. "That's me, the funny one. I can barely control myself. They just keep coming!" And I do not mean that in a perverted way. This time... <_<

Lucius rolls his eyes and shakes his head, wishing he had chosen a different path because this was rather annoying. He couldn't really mess with this girl too much. He wasn't stupid. He knew it would be only too easy for Alice to go running off to one of her older brothers, and Lucius didn't want that. "Well, I hope your career as a comedian works out for you," he said in a bored tone.

"Let's hope so," Alice says, not even caring enough to think of a good comeback. "Now if you don't mind, I came down here for a quick snort, so if you'll excuse me." She pops open the bag of drugs and looks back up at him. "I can't exactly do this with you here, you know. You're distracting me." She sat there on the ground, glaring up at him.

Can we wrap this up soon? I'm running out of things to say.

Lucius raised an eyebrow. "Muggle drugs. Why am I not surprised? Have fun with that. Not like your blood could get any filthier," he spat before he turned and walked back to the Slytherin dungeons where he wouldn't run into anymore Prewetts, Weasleys, or Mudbloods.

Alice shrugs. Drugs are all for the fun, anyhow. "At least it got rid of him," she says aloud. And then she does her snorty business and skips off down the hall for many magical cocaine induced adventures. Lovely.

[INNER!MOLLY WOULD LIKE ALICE TO KNOW THAT THIS IS IN NO WAY, SHAPE OR FORM ACCEPTABLE. GILLYWEED IS ONE THING, BUT COCAINE IS SO FAR OVER THE LINE THAT IT'S NOT FUNNY, AND THE SECOND MOLLY FINDS OUT ABOUT THIS, SHE WILL BE PUTTING A STOP TO IT BY ANY MEANS NECESSARY. ANY. MEANS. NECESSARY. AND THAT'S ALL BEFORE SHE EVEN TELLS GIDEON AND FABIAN.]

[Inner Alice just gave you the finger.]

[Inner!Molly is legit pissed. Like, seriously. She's in a rage. It's the angriest she's ever been.]

[Alice is legit pleased. Like, seriously. She's high. She's the happiest she's ever been. XD]

[Inner!Nikki is willing to be recruited for the anti-drug campaign. And we all know what she does...]

Fenrir is walking down the hallway to the dungeons...which is weird because why would Dorcas be here? Who knows.

Dorcas is curious about all places and secretly laughs at Fenrir for not knowing this even though we're assuming they know each other. Ohohoho. She walks down the hallway slowly, but she appears confident and isn't scared of her surroundings despite the fact she's a Gryffindor and is not welcome amongst these parts.

Fenrir heard soft footsteps coming from the passageway behind him and froze. Turning around, he realized that it was Dorcas. He hadn't seen her since classes last year, and couldn't help but admire how well the summer treated her. Still, she was a Gryffindor and he needed to remind himself of that. "A girl like you really shouldn't be walking down hallways like this all alone," he said, crossing his arms and leaning his shoulder against the wall.

Dorcas turned her head when she heard someone addressing her for she hadn't realized that someone else had been in the hallway. Ah, it was a Slytherin. She tried not to let stereotyping invade her mind as she looked him over, rolling her eyes at his comment. "I'm certain I can defend myself, thank you," she replied, shifting awkwardly in the center of the hallway, "If you'd care to find out just how well, be my guest."