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Draco did not like this at all...he had somehow managed to get roped...literally...in with some band of brash...idiots who decided to try and storm what seems to be some mythical landscape belonging to ancient elves. Or at least, that was what they called themselves. From what Draco could tell they seemed rather similar to Veela, but considering he was sort of at their mercy at the moment...they could call themselves whatever they wanted, he sure as hell was not going to correct them. Not with his mind not really...processing the fancy magic, and magic blades, and obvious rivalry that puts the one between Gryffindor and Slytherin to shame. Furthermore he just...isn't up to it. Now if he could just get a band of morons to stop trying to recruit him on a death mission that would be great. He had already been given one of those and...so far failed. He did not need another one.
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