Slytherin Pride

The woman who apparently had the same idea of sitting that he did was nothing like Draco had seen that night, so curiosity took the best of him. He waited until she sat and joined her. "Can't say that I have, but it seems to have draw a crowd." He looked around to see the theater slowly filling up. "I'm curious to see what these bunch do to catch ghosts. Maybe I will use that knowledge when I'm back at Hogwarts."

It was obvious her choice of dress had thrown her companion off, and Lilith couldn't help but to chuckle at the fact as she settled herself. "Oh, you're in for quite the treat then. It isn't a bad movie by any means. Not necessarily my style, but not a bad way to spend the evening. I have to say though, if you're looking to duplicate their techniques...You may find yourself in an interesting bind, Mr. Malfoy."

It was good to hear the woman appeared to have watched that movie before, so in case he had any questions, she would be the one to ask. All of that went out of his head when she called him by his name of course. "How do you know my name? I don't remember giving it to you. Are you some kind of witch?"

Draco grinned. "Some have it more obvious than others I think" he said, his fingertips purposedly not touching fully the area around her nipples. "Is that so? Tell me about that then. What have you discovered so far tonight?" He looked at her hands on his chest and chuckled. "Or, what else would you like to discover?"

She pouted when he avoided her peaked nipples, the thin material making it obvious how aroused she was. “I’ve hardly discovered anything,” she said with a slight whine. “I would very much like to discover what sort of pleasure a man like you could find with me.”

Draco smiled, his hand now moving down the sexy curves of her body, and he moved his hand around her and abover her ass. "You need to tell me what are the things that make you tickle, Angel. Because it could be plenty of things." He sneaked his hand under her dress and gave her a hard slap on the ass. "That, for example. How does that feel?"

Draco had been impressed by some of the skills the people he had met that night had, and hers wasn't an exception. "You see visions? That could be useful at time, right?" He laughed. "These popcorn food is delicious, yes. Got to give muggles that point at least." Soon the lights went out and the movie started, soon going into the scene at the library. "That's nothing new. Ghosts in the library. Ghosts at our school roam around everywhere they want."

She giggled. “No, not me. I can communicate with the plants and animals of the forest, but I don’t have visions, I’m not a sprite.” Her eyes went wide when the lights went down, but no one else seemed concerned. “Are they usually like… that though?” She asked in a hushed voice, crinkling her nose.

Draco could feel the apprehension on her when the lights went down, so he kept an eye in case she needed a hand to hold or something. "If I'm being honest, that ghost seems a lot more interesting than the ones at the school. They're actually boring" he said, also with a hushed voice, and took a good bite of his popcorn

The handsome, dark clothed stranger caught Draco's attention right away, so he was glad to hear the man had no problem to sit down with him, even if they actually were other seats available. "This should be fun. Have you seen these particular moving pictures before?"

There were plenty of other seats in the theater and he would have found elsewhere to sit if the blonde had insisted on having the seat they'd both spotted. Fortunately, the gentleman seemed okay with sitting together and there wouldn't be an issue as he and the blonde both took their seats. "I am hoping you are correct." He agreed as he looked at the screen in front of them. "I can't say that I have, but I have heard others saying this is meant to be a classic film. Which I am hoping is meant as a good thing."

"I think at the very least we will have a fun time" Draco said and ate some of the popcorn. "I must say, these snacks are good, so that would also help with it." He smiled at the other man, taking the chance to eye him down while he sat there. The movie soon started, and the people around them seemed to be excited with what was going on with moving images on the white sheet. "Seriously, I don't understand what the fuss is about" he was saying, then a hideous ghost came in full on the screen, meant to scare the ghostbusters, but the audience reacted in the same way, even Draco, who jumped on his seat and ended almost half on top of the other. "Excuse me, I don't know how that happened."

Draco looked at the sign placed at the entrance of the movie theater. Ghostbusters. He chuckled but walked in anyway, wondering what sort of work those so-called ghostbusters would. He wasn't unknown to that device muggles had to watch moving pictures, although he would always felt that their magical moving pictures were the best. He grabbed a cup of popcorn and a soda from the counter while others also made their way in, apparently drawn by the title. Maybe it wouldn't be too bad. Just as he was about to sit, another person walked in and also thought about taking that same seat. "I suppose we could sit together, if you're not against it."

Lilith wasn't generally one for the more comedic Halloween movies, but having seen a good majority of her classmates making their way in to screen 'Ghostbusters', she decided to grab a popcorn and beverage for herself before following their lead. Spotting an empty section of seats she made her way over but quickly was stopped at realizing another had the same idea. "I'm not against it, no." She said after a moment, unable to help her curiosity at whom she might be conversing and spending the movie with. "Have you seen this one before?"

The woman who apparently had the same idea of sitting that he did was nothing like Draco had seen that night, so curiosity took the best of him. He waited until she sat and joined her. "Can't say that I have, but it seems to have draw a crowd." He looked around to see the theater slowly filling up. "I'm curious to see what these bunch do to catch ghosts. Maybe I will use that knowledge when I'm back at Hogwarts."

Dracho chuckled. "Some may have quite the abilities like you do, others not so much. I guess that makes you an exception." He put himself together, straightening the wrinkle on his black jacket, and shrugged. "I can be aware of my surroundings. You wouldn't believe the kind of dangers we faced back at the school." He grinned and looked down at his whole shape. "Are there others like you tonight in here?"

"Very interesting," He said, still catching that hint of arrogance the assassin loathed the most. "Dangers? At a school? That sounds awful. I am not sure if there are any others from the brotherhood hear tonight. Usually we split up to cover the most ground," he replied.

Draco chuckled. "It can be, but there is never a dull moment there, that's for sure." He tilted his head. "Does that mean right now I get to have you all to myself to feel protected? Lucky me."

Draco looked amused at her. "A naughty angel? That's something I ever heard of, and believe me when I say I have read a lot about muggles, and what they believe or not." He pressed his fingertips on the hollow of her throat and dragged it down her chest, stopping at the spot where her breasts begun. "Looks to me like you're enjoying your sentence way too much, Angel."

“There’s plenty of us around though we usually don’t keep our wings showing,” she said, turning to show the little wings on her back. Angel shivered at his touch to her neck, her chest arching up as if urging him to continue. “Well, I enjoy the pleasures I’ve discovered since I’ve fallen. Thinking about them, talking about them, doing them… no matter who might see,” she purred, reaching up to place both hands on his chest to arch closer.

Draco grinned. "Some have it more obvious than others I think" he said, his fingertips purposedly not touching fully the area around her nipples. "Is that so? Tell me about that then. What have you discovered so far tonight?" He looked at her hands on his chest and chuckled. "Or, what else would you like to discover?"

Draco was pleased to hear he would be having some company for this, and he waited until she sat down so he could sit himself. "This? There's this machine, and when you turn it on, it projects moving pictures on that white sheet over there." He pointed at the screen. "It's suppose to be entertaing. Is it your first time at this kind of show as well?"

Her eyes widened. “Moving pictures? I haven’t seen anything like that outside of the visions some of the sprites can produce,” she said in awe. “Yes! I don’t make it into the human world very often, and I’ve never seen one of these. Or tasted this! It’s delicious,” Flower said with delight, munching on more of her popcorn.

Draco had been impressed by some of the skills the people he had met that night had, and hers wasn't an exception. "You see visions? That could be useful at time, right?" He laughed. "These popcorn food is delicious, yes. Got to give muggles that point at least." Soon the lights went out and the movie started, soon going into the scene at the library. "That's nothing new. Ghosts in the library. Ghosts at our school roam around everywhere they want."

Draco looked at the sign placed at the entrance of the movie theater. Ghostbusters. He chuckled but walked in anyway, wondering what sort of work those so-called ghostbusters would. He wasn't unknown to that device muggles had to watch moving pictures, although he would always felt that their magical moving pictures were the best. He grabbed a cup of popcorn and a soda from the counter while others also made their way in, apparently drawn by the title. Maybe it wouldn't be too bad. Just as he was about to sit, another person walked in and also thought about taking that same seat. "I suppose we could sit together, if you're not against it."

Westley had planned to visit the theater and see what they had playing. Ghostbusters. He'd heard others speak of it being a classic, and he suspected that was classified as a good thing. He made his way inside and grabbed himself a drink and a cup of popcorn to snack on before heading toward a place to sit. He paused when he spotted a blonde approaching the same seat he'd seen, but before he could say anything the man brought up sitting together if he wasn't against it. "Not at all."

The handsome, dark clothed stranger caught Draco's attention right away, so he was glad to hear the man had no problem to sit down with him, even if they actually were other seats available. "This should be fun. Have you seen these particular moving pictures before?"

Draco looked at the sign placed at the entrance of the movie theater. Ghostbusters. He chuckled but walked in anyway, wondering what sort of work those so-called ghostbusters would. He wasn't unknown to that device muggles had to watch moving pictures, although he would always felt that their magical moving pictures were the best. He grabbed a cup of popcorn and a soda from the counter while others also made their way in, apparently drawn by the title. Maybe it wouldn't be too bad. Just as he was about to sit, another person walked in and also thought about taking that same seat. "I suppose we could sit together, if you're not against it."

Megan was drawn to Ghostbusters, as a quick search of her internal database told her that it was a classic. She knew nothing more about it as she grabbed some popcorn and a drink, prepared to sit down when she almost collided with a handsome stranger. “Sitting with someone sounds nice,” she said as she sat down. “I like your suit.”

Draco looked down at her smaller frame and smiled. "That's good. Maybe you can explain me in more detail about this movie projector device. I have read about it on books about Muggles, but never actually saw one until now." He chuckled and checked her outfit too. "Thank you. Yours is nice as well. I'm Draco Malfoy, by the way."

Draco was now feeling amused by the other man, amuse by his keen curiosity, and the way he tried to solve the problem they had in theitr hands. "They do. They hold water in until you squeeze it out of them. Now, how does that riddle help us with this?" He gestured at the door, which he was two steps away from tearing it down with a blasting spell.

The investigator began looking around, "I would imagine a sponge must be here someone, though who knows where or why," he said. He began looking over the desks and between some books. "Any luck?" he called over to the other.

Draco flicked his wand, a bright spot of light coming out of the tip of it, and with the lighting the place he looked on the corners and small spots of the confided place they were. Suddenly, he spotted something oddly shaped under one of the rocks, and he quickly reached for it. "Is this one?" he asked him, holding what appeared to be something with holes in it.

"Non-magic folk. Ordinary people, with no useful skills but their regular lives. So pathetic" Draco said with rolling his eyes, and he gave him a curious look, even taking the chance to look down on the strong shape of his body. Before he could say anything, they were a seeming second attack came, and he ran after the other when he told him to. Following only half a step behind, when the man stopped, Draco practically bumped into him, and he found himself against the wall of the maze, with the man practically covering him with his body. "You do seem in handy for these kind of situations. Handy and strong." He put his hands on the man's chest.

The assassin hummed at the other's explanation, "I see. Though pathetic, that's quite the claim to make. I've done quite a bit in my life without the use of magic," he added. He grunted as he felt the other bump into him, turning his head to look behind him. "Might want to watch your step. It's important to be aware of you surroundings in a situation like this," he said, chuckling a huff at the next thought, "An assassin often is."

Dracho chuckled. "Some may have quite the abilities like you do, others not so much. I guess that makes you an exception." He put himself together, straightening the wrinkle on his black jacket, and shrugged. "I can be aware of my surroundings. You wouldn't believe the kind of dangers we faced back at the school." He grinned and looked down at his whole shape. "Are there others like you tonight in here?"

Draco looked at the sign placed at the entrance of the movie theater. Ghostbusters. He chuckled but walked in anyway, wondering what sort of work those so-called ghostbusters would. He wasn't unknown to that device muggles had to watch moving pictures, although he would always felt that their magical moving pictures were the best. He grabbed a cup of popcorn and a soda from the counter while others also made their way in, apparently drawn by the title. Maybe it wouldn't be too bad. Just as he was about to sit, another person walked in and also thought about taking that same seat. "I suppose we could sit together, if you're not against it."

Flower wasn't sure what had drawn her into the theater, but the smell of whatever they were serving was delicious. She snagged a cup of the treat, humming in delight when she tried it. So distracted was she that she nearly bumped into someone else when going for a seat. "Oh! Of course, that would be delightful," she agreed, smiling from behind her mask. It took a moment to settle her dress around the chair, but she sat gracefully next to the blond man. "Do you know what this whole... event in here is?"

Draco was pleased to hear he would be having some company for this, and he waited until she sat down so he could sit himself. "This? There's this machine, and when you turn it on, it projects moving pictures on that white sheet over there." He pointed at the screen. "It's suppose to be entertaing. Is it your first time at this kind of show as well?"

Draco looked at the way she moved her hips and grinned. "That's me, although you don't strike me like the kind of person who would need one. Nevertheless, I'm here for it." He took her hand and kissed it gently. "An angel? I read all about that kind of ethereal beings like you. And what, I wonder, made you want to come down to Earth, and leave such a great place as people claim Heaven to be?"

A happy shiver tickled down her back when he kissed her hand, her body swaying towards his without thinking much about it. She giggled at that. "Well, I didn't have much of a choice in the matter. You see, I succumbed to desire. To lust. And proper angels are supposed to be all good and bland and... that's just not me," she breathed.

Draco looked amused at her. "A naughty angel? That's something I ever heard of, and believe me when I say I have read a lot about muggles, and what they believe or not." He pressed his fingertips on the hollow of her throat and dragged it down her chest, stopping at the spot where her breasts begun. "Looks to me like you're enjoying your sentence way too much, Angel."

Draco smiled, his eyes roaming down the woman's body. "You are in luck to have enountered me then, because if that spell goes wrong, I know the exact counterspell to get you out of it. But something tells me you won't need it." He nodded and also tipped his own drink down and groaned. "Gods, that tastly ghastly. But I suppose it is to be expected here." He offered his hand. "Draco Malfoy."

Angel tilted her hips slightly when she noticed how his gaze wandered, silently encouraging him to continue his ogling. "My hero," she fawned, playfully reaching out to touch his chest with one lace-gloved hand. "I think it's good, though I'm inclined towards sweeter things." She slid her hand into his offered one. "Pleasure, Mr. Malfoy. You can call me Angel. I lost my heavenly name when I fell."

Draco looked at the way she moved her hips and grinned. "That's me, although you don't strike me like the kind of person who would need one. Nevertheless, I'm here for it." He took her hand and kissed it gently. "An angel? I read all about that kind of ethereal beings like you. And what, I wonder, made you want to come down to Earth, and leave such a great place as people claim Heaven to be?"

Draco had to hand it to the other man. He was clever and intuitive, two major keys that would help them out of that place, which was alsready making him feel like he lacked some air. He never did well in confine spaces. "A riddle? How quint. Let's see." He thought about it for a while. "What do you call things, a shower head?" He wasn't sure that was the right answer, but it didn't hurt to try.

"hmm, maybe," he said, taking a look around, "But I'm not seeing any of them around here." He paced a bit as he tried to think it all through, tapping his chin with his finger. "Buckets hold water, but they won't with holes. Same with cups and bowls," he said, "So what else holds water." It took him a bit before he considered holding didn't mean inside, "Oh! What about a sponge!" he exclaimed, "Sponges hold water, don't they?"

Draco was now feeling amused by the other man, amuse by his keen curiosity, and the way he tried to solve the problem they had in theitr hands. "They do. They hold water in until you squeeze it out of them. Now, how does that riddle help us with this?" He gestured at the door, which he was two steps away from tearing it down with a blasting spell.