|Lucius| Mr Brightside

[zeeeeeke]

The sun slowly started to creep through the clouds as the Gryffindor walked through Diagon Alley hood up and eyes darting from side to side, he was in no mood to see anyone that knew he was a Gryffindor, well though he was a true Gryffindor. As he he took each step his eyes focused on each person, made sure that he didn't know any of them of course it was rather hard to know any of them when term had started and all students were at school. The blonde haired boy pulled his cloak tighter around him as he glanced over his shoulder, his eyes landed on someone that looked like a student before turning away and darting down Knockturn Alley.

It being a Hogsmeade saturday no one had noticed him sneak away from school and Apparate himself to Diagon Alley, the stupidity of some people these days they didn't expect Mr Zeke Darren Thomas to leave the school and not come back until everyone else did later on. As he disappared into the dark dank Alley, this wits were about him, looking around making sure no one had seen him before darting into Borgin and Burkes.

The young Gryffindor looked around before walking over to the counter and clearing his throat. "Bloody usless idiot!" He muttered to himself while he waited for Borgin to show himself, sighing rather angrily he started walking around looking at different objects around. He moved his hand out towards a small set of fangs before feeling someone grab his arm, Zeke's head shot to the side and smirked seeing Borgin. "Took your bloody time! You got it?" Zeke's words were harsh and snappy as he asked with his arms folded across his chest.

A smirk appeared on his face slowly as Borgin headed out the back to get the Gryffindor's order, leaning on the chest behind him Zeke glanced over his shoulder as the bell rang on the door. He quickly slipped up his hood and looked down hoping not to be spotted by the person who had entered incase he knew them and they weren't a friend!

[lucius abraxas malfoy]

^{I've had nights i will never forget
I've had nights i will always regret
but I can take it on the chin,
and say "boys will be boys"}[/I]

There was a difference between blatantly breaking the rules and performing a ‘bad deed’ for the sake of necessity. It sure was Hogsmeade weekend, and seeing as it was quite early in the year, the amount of necessary goods, including copious amount of alcohol and items generally frowned upon to keepsake in the dorms was at a low; potion items for homemade concoctions, prank items, that sort of thing. And seeing as Lucius was rather old for his year (having turned seventeen at his sixth year) he’s brought it upon himself to ensure that the common room was never baron of potential fun. But as any logical entrepreneur such as himself would contemplate - strolling about Hogsmeade - in front of tattle-tale peers, teachers, and know-it-all adults - with containers of fire whiskey and rum down the path towards Hogwarts - a prefect no less was a foolish idea. That was just not happening. And well, Lucius wasn’t planning on smuggling merely one bottle - that would satisfy three for one evening tops. Today he was - ahem - buying in bulk, and he knew just where to go.

Knockturn Alley. Considering Lucius’s family and their ties to the little dark knot of Diagon Alley, it was the perfect place. Lucius has been led around Knockturn Alley by his father since he was a young boy, becoming associates with the local proprietors and friends with a good lot of adults along the way. He was a rather well known face, as he was undoubtedly his father’s carbon-copy replica (minus the wrinkles and plus an inch in height). The ‘right’ people knew who he was (that is if they ever wanted good patronage) and Lucius knew the in’s and out’s of every nook and cranny. Much like a lord in passing through his own gardens or property, the moment that Lucius apparated to the outskirts of Knockturn Alley, he ambled with a few very firm destinations in mind. Firstly would be Borgin and Burkes, if only to pay condolences to Borgin or Burke himself, seeing as they were on quite friendly terms (as dear ol’ Abraxas has made more than one purchase at Borgin and Burkes in Lucius’s lifetime). Not mentioning the shop may have some interesting items worth taking back with him. Potent love potions do have major resale value to the desperate ladies at Hogwarts. Not mentioning that there has to be some item or another that Borgin has stored for his family sometime or another.

Lucius, garbed in a deep maroon Henley, double-breasted, black pea coat and plain, freshly ironed school slacks and a woolly scarf, did his best to maneuver around the soppy, slick mush known as the streets. Knockturn Alley, after all, received very little sunlight seeing as the roof lines nearly touched at every spot - and so with every rain or snow Knockturn Alley was more of a slip and slide than a place to shop. The cobbles were the only grounding for good traction, and Merlin forbid one ever touch any of the people, walls, or items that permanently inhabited the shady corridors. The people here generally knew to stay away from the tall, imperious blondes that strolled on through, though - but there could always be one vagrant or another that didn’t get the memo.

Without so much as a glance at his surroundings, Lucius took turn around a nearby bend, immediately hastening as he approached the dark, oak door of Borgin of Burkes. The unmistakable window items and ominous, foreboding exterior was hard to miss. Unlike most sensible witches and wizards, Lucius was entranced by such mystery and alluring darkness; besides, the scent of wood polish, dust, and stale wine was a strangely pleasant one in his book. The small, tell-tale tinkling of the door bell noted his entrance as Lucius smoothly entered the shop with as much ease as he would entering his own parlor at home. He looked around for spell, noticing Borgin was not tinkering with something behind the store desk, but another gent did inhabit the stuffy, ornate room. For a brief moment Lucius wondered if the lad was young - like his age - considering that not too many men under thirty came had much business in Borgin and Burkes (the clothes were also a small giveaway). Then again, this character apparently didn’t want to be seen - which was a customary trait of the people of Knockturn Alley.

The young Malfoy took a few more steps in anyway, despite the other occupant apparently waiting for something. Lucius did a quick browse of the interior, internally considering buying one of those resizable briefcases or whatever they were - something compact that he could fit a load of booze into. It probably wouldn’t hurt if he had some sort of illusionist item as well, just in case someone dared to check him on the way back into Hogwarts. But still, the identity of his counterpart itched at the back of his mind - for some reason he felt like he knew him - or maybe that he was a stranger to these parts. Such contradictory thoughts, in fact, that it bugged him even more. Usually Lucius could name any person of standing in Knockturn Alley (as in not including the decrepit beggars). Perhaps it was only polite that he note this character, if only in case he actually did know (or should know) this hooded figure. “Pardon me,” He began as he looked over to the covered head of Zeke. Lucius took a small, non-offending step towards his counterpart as he then continued with a contemplative brow, “but do I know you?”

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[zeeeeeke]

Ever since Zeke lived with Lex, he had learned how to be sly, stealthy, quick and of course a lot of dark magic and now seeing as he was older and could use magic without getting into trouble he was able to use all the dark magic he wanted and move around not being spotted but in this small shop it was rather hard to get away with that. Slowly, he pulled out a hat from under his cloak and slipped it on to his head before pulling his hood back up and looking anywhere but at Malfoy.

It wasn't that Zeke didn't get on with Lucius, because he did... It was that a lot of Slytherin guys didn't like him so he tried to keep his distance from a lot of them, the girls they were a different story they couldn't get enough of him ever since he slept with the slytherin gossip on the train to hogwarts all the girls seemed to just fall into his lap, Zeke had guessed a while ago that was why the lads didn't like him... but it wasn't his fault he was a sex god was it?

Zeke played with his lip ring, he'd had it for a while now and he'd done it himself it looked awsome, like his plugs in his ears he'd done them himself. He wanted to stand out, the only thing he didn't do himself was his tattoo that was done by a profession during summer and it was hot! He loved his tattoo, one of the best things he'd ever done, well that was how he felt anyway. Zeke stared at his shoes waiting for the idiot of a shop keeper to come back with his item, he'd forgotten about the other person in the store.

Until words hit his ears, Zeke looked up at Lucius and grunted slightly. "Yes?" He asked softly. "Maybe, you do, maybe you don't." He responded with a sly smile appearing on his handsome face. "It all depends on one question... are you friend or foe of Zeke Thomas." Zeke had a lot of friends out of school, dangerous friends and a lot of the school knew it...

The great thing about them was that they'd often ask people who spoke to them if they were friends with Zeke, only if they went to Hogwarts anyway and if they said they weren't the person would normally end up being Zeke's friends dinner... But really he wanted to know if Lucius saw the pair of them as friends or foes.

[lucius abraxas malfoy]

^{I've had nights i will never forget
I've had nights i will always regret
but I can take it on the chin,
and say "boys will be boys"}[/I]

Hm, interesting. If this lad was below Lucius’s station, he would have been near-groveling at his feet - not because Lucius expected the poor and unfortunate blokes of Knockturn Alley to bow like peasants, but most usually they were excruciatingly timid seeing as Abraxas set the precedent of power through these parts. Even shopkeepers gave Malfoys timid and grateful recognition in the hopes to be sponsored or receive patronage. Nobody wanted to be ostracized from the prospect of getting their hands on Malfoy riches - most everyone knew that the old, wealthy, pureblood family had plenty to throw out like candy. But this boy did not cower to a Malfoy face, but remained docile and calm, playing on the fact that Lucius did not know who he was. It was quite peculiar, though Lucius was not offended in the slightest.

Lucius inwardly affirmed that this boy was a student of Hogwarts. The fact that he mentioned the name ‘Zeke Thomas’ was interesting. Was this guy a very close, protective friend? Maybe, but Lucius had the itching feeling that he was Zeke himself, and was trying the waters before he decided to strip his clothes and take the dive of fully revealing himself. “The Gryffindor?” Lucius countered contemplatively, though Lucius did know a fair bit more than the name and house of the aforementioned name. Lucius tried very hard to have a mental dossier of every human residing in the school. He knew names, houses, and blood lines primarily - but he never forgot the proceeding gossip about people either. The little he’s heard about this particular Gryffindor has not been the most humble or kind; then again, what Slytherin talks well about a Gryffie, even if he is a pureblood (Sirius Black and James Potter are particular examples)? Lucius tends to have, however, the same opinion about every testosterone-driven, publicly wanton male: that they are listless and dull. Lucius has yet to even meet a real rogue in this day and age, the lot he’s seen have been fruitless rakes at the very best - and yet everyone proclaims to be the best (have there been competitions to judge this?). He wasn’t sure what was more important to these blokes - the actual sex or the strokes they feel they get to their egos.

While Lucius would only be hypocritical if he desired to harshly pass judgment on such lust affairs, his own bloated ego did not appreciate what he saw as impostors and imitators in the slightest. Lucius was quite the territorial lad, after all, not mentioning carnally zealous and possessive to a fault - though it would be hard to blame such traits merely to being an only child. If this was Zeke, as Lucius hypothesized he was, than he was going to have prove that he had more pursuits than chasing girls around the school, and that he did actually have enough blood flow to his brain rather than another head located south of the equator. “I know him mostly through reputation and a couple classes,” Lucius replied just as vaguely as his counterpart as his hands dipped down into his trouser’s pockets. Lucius narrowed his detached eyes in a scrutinizing manner as he justly questioned the male before him, “What’s it to you?”

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[zeeeeeke]

Deep down inside of Zeke there was always one question that always seemed to come into his head when he spoke to a Slytherin 'why wasn't i in there?' he could never work out why he had been placed into the Gryffindork's house when he wasn't like them. He was a Slytherin anyone that was close to him knew that even his best friend knew that, sure he didn't want to admit that but it was the truth. Just because he was a Thomas didn't mean that he should be a Gryffindor, his Uncle Darren Thomas was a mean, cruel guy who was placed into Slytherin, he was just like Zeke was and sadly died before he was born but he had learnt a lot about him from family friends who said that Darren was totally different to his father and they didn't understand why?

Zeke had met Darren's son once, he was about the same age and he often wondered if the reason why he was like Darren was if because he was really his son not Zack's. That was what he always hoped when he was little, but of course there was no way of ever finding out, after all they were both dead now. Zeke had made sure of that, the night he walked into his parents house and snapped his father's neck and then his mothers and then killed his brothers with the killing curse. Did he ever reget it? No he didn't, in Zeke's eyes they deserved it and well if there was ever a new dark lord Zeke would join up, because he had a lot to prove and well he was a dark twisted boy that would kill someone because they gave him an odd look.

Looking at Luicus, Zeke would rather of killed him then be friends with but that was only because most of the Slytherin guys never gave him a chance, they always thought he was a true Gryffindor, which he wasn't. He had a haterid for all other then two of them, that was only because they had actually been nice to him and managed to get close to him, but apart from that he hated the whole lot of them. As Luicus spoke Zeke shook his head, and then spoke simply to the boy. "Just because you know his rep and have seen him in classes doesn't mean you know him at all." The truth was barely anyone knew the real Zeke, Fabian was learning who he was... All because Zeke had told him about killing his parents but other then that no one knew who he was.

Mr Thomas looked at Mr Malfoy before looking towards Borgin as he came back, a small smirk danced on his lips as he opened the box and showed him the special glass vial necklace and then closed it and handed it to him. The look of amusement danced on his face as it was clear that Borgin was wondering why he'd be using such a necklace that was only really for vampires nothing more then that. "I know what i'm doing!" The pureblood spat out with a tone of anger and harshness, he had often heard his sister talking about them and well it was the only way he could think of getting her back on his side, having her at least talk to him.

Zeke handed over the money and then glanced at Lucius before speaking simply. "It's everything to do with me Lucius, because you Slytherin think you know everything about everyone when you don't!" Of course he was talking about the fact that there was a lot more to Zeke then just sleeping with girls, but in the eyes of a Slytherin who would have thought that?

[lucius abraxas malfoy]

^{I've had nights i will never forget
I've had nights i will always regret
but I can take it on the chin,
and say "boys will be boys"}[/I]

“Fair .. Enough.” Lucius said with small confusion. Obviously someone has any conversation involving house on quick reply. Lucius was sure that this wasn’t the first nor last time Zeke will be making proclamations familiar of every seemingly oppressed person within Hogwarts: ’look at me, not my house’. There were alterations, of course, such as ’look at me, not my blood lineage’ - but the basic fact was that times were changing, and to revolt against those changes, an even more wanton and reckless group desired to stop the flood in of muggleborn moochers and muggle lovers from contaminating a distinctly unique culture built on remaining out of sight and mind of those who would never completely understand - or even tolerate. Was it Lucius’s fault that a vast majority of Gryffindors were self-righteous, pompous gits? He didn’t think so - nor did he care to offend any of that house, no matter their personal circumstances. Zeke, apparently, fit into that small portion of the notoriously conflicting house.

So things had started off rockier than Lucius had anticipated. The lack of concrete identity was unsettling enough, but apparently this boy was touchy, and that only read as ‘unstable’ in Lucius’s mind. And Lucius knew, from a grand amount of experience in the field, that there were repercussions in antagonizing the emotionally unhinged and hypersensitive; screaming, tantrums, and tears were most common. So already the young Malfoy felt it would be much better, for the sake of feigned peace, to keep quiet and not prod at his counterpart too much. What a lad such as Zeke was doing around these parts Lucius could not rightly discern (and with only a small part of him even caring to know), but nobody coming into Borgin and Burkes had good intentions, that much he did know.

This small train of thought was obstructed by the entrance of another, a person Lucius was actually well-acquainted with. No chummy and chipper salutations were necessary with the salesman and familiar patron, only a small knowing nod from Lucius, followed by a small shrug in response to Zeke’s words and actions. Wouldn’t want dear Borgin to assume that Lucius entered here with this lad, especially when he did not know this lad’s prerogatives. The parcel that the Gryffindor now had in his possession was a peculiar one; though no product in this store was not riddled with ill-omen and darkness. What would a boy such as himself want with that - or anything in this store? Playing bad boy for the day? Or was he truly trying to shed the Gryffindor stigma?

This little mystery would have to be prolonged a little longer, as Zeke cut through Lucius’s inward hypotheses with dialogue with relevance to self-righteous soap-box talk, another common trait of Gryffindors. Lucius wondered if his counterpart was on the verge of rage or tears, either way it would end poorly if he vocalized his inner, impish remarks beseeching to be let out the confines of his mouth. “You’re not going to cry, are you?” He said, the surprising lighter, more sincere of comments he could have said. Though he couldn’t help but say what he felt like, Lucius was not instigating a dispute, but rather showed small indifference, and rather than staring him down or looking smarmy, he was actually averting his gaze onto the products that first brought him into the store. A carrying device, one that was charmed to fit a grand amount - hell, perhaps Borgin had a bottle or two of brandy he was willing to part with for the sake of pleasing an old costumer. “If you are so keen in talking about yourself, perhaps you can enlighten me to what business you have here,” Lucius said as he ambled about the dressers and drawers that were stocked with layers upon layers of ‘stuff’. Everything under a new moon could be found here it seemed, so long as it shed no inclination of light.

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