thattimeofthemonth | Open RP Post

Draco raised an eyebrow at the nickname. That was a new one. Granted, he knew why he was called it.

"Alright, you got me on that one," he smirked when Jake called on him on his rebuke. "It really wouldn't surprise me if I broke it with in the week of owning one."

The marshmallow bit had him trying to stifle a laugh. It was just extremely random.

"We need to get you a Nokia. It's an old phone that's pretty much indestructible and it's not a smart phone. Er- you know. Just lets you text and make calls and that's pretty much it." Quickly adding the last bit since Draco seemed to still be drinking some of his parent's hippie juice.

The waiter came over and looked between them. "Good evening. What can I get you tonight?"

Jake blinked, then looked down at his menu and laughed. "Could you give us a few minutes? I kind of forgot to even look."

"A few minutes would be good..." Draco responded as well, as he never even looked.

"You're bound and determined that I need to use one." He remarked after he finally figured out what to order. That way he didn't forget to look again.

"Easier to get a hold of you mate! No way to, right now. Besides, how are we going to keep in contact after you vanish or bugger off to America? If you don't do cell phones, I imagine you don't have a computer." He pointed the whole thing out with raised brows. It'd only taken a quick peek to figure out spaghetti and meatballs would be the way to go for him.

"Alright, alright... you win this round," Draco replied and held his hands up in defeat. He hadn't mentioned on going to America, but he guessed Jake must have quickly put the two together that it was a possible. He had found a chicken dish with pasta that seemed interesting.

The mention of looking at schools in America was sort of the cue for that, but it wasn't a big deal. Mostly, the whole thing just was entertaining. Who lived without a phone now a days? But if Draco was under the thumb of his parents... Well. He didn't know what to make of the whole thing. Was the whole no phone thing because they were in danger? That made sense with the story Draco told, but how much he believed any of it, he wasn't sure. Benefit of the doubt, for now.

"Point for me." A nod of approval before he smiled. "There's a new Barnes and Noble that opened up about six blocks from here, if you'd like, after dinner. Check out the new books. If you're more interested in the show, we could do that."

There was a pause as Draco tried to debate. While he wouldn't mind the show, he wasn't too sure if he was ready to be in a place crowded with young adults. Going to the restaurant had been a shock for him and this was nothing compared to going to a show. He didn't need to freak out in a crowded place and make a fool of himself.

"Let's go for the bookstore afterward. Maybe you can show me these fantasy stories you're so interested in." Draco replied. He was rather curious to see what the Muggles thought of the magical world.

"Only if you promise not to laugh." A gentle tease in his voice. The waiter came, took their order, and left them to learn a little more about one another - and Draco to learn more about Muggles. Not so bad, given what the Pure Blooded seemed to think.

While elsewhere, Tonks whispered the last silencing charm that hid her husband's howling. It would be a long, horrible night. In the cell, the wolf snarled viciously, smelling the human just on the other side of the thick metal.

"I will try not too," Draco replied with a smirk. Although, the smirk quickly turned into a frown. He caught sight of the full moon from the window near them. He couldn't help, but feel a little guilty being here while Remus was suffering from his curse. He needed to check his father's books to see if there was anything about becoming an animangus.

"Aside from the group I just met, are there other people that you know around here?" he questioned.

Jake's smile turned into a worried look when Draco suddenly frowned, wondering if he'd said something wrong. He was about to say something in question when Draco spoke up again. Jake gave a bit of a shrug.

"Hmm, I mean, not anyone to particularly care about. I've only been here about a year though. If you're looking for more friends, there's the local University. Skate park? Couple of weird families around and ah... Well, don't go near the abandoned place on Park Street. Way, way haunted."

"What do you mean by weird families?" Draco questioned, wondering slightly if he was referring to possible wizarding families. He learned from the Lupins that a lot of wizards actually lived in this area.

The abandoned place on Park Street? Something he may check out on his own. He raised an eyebrow though at the mention of it being haunted.

"I dunno they're just... odd. There's this one who I swear whenever I see them around just dress weird." He thought about how to try and explain it. "I don't know. Maybe they're low income. Dress like they're from a rummage shop or something. Not that I'm laying down against anyone without a lot of money but I dunno, they seem like nutters. They always seem kind of happy so who can fault them."

That sounded like his people. Draco couldn't help but chuckle a bit. He remembered how Melinda said that the wizards here couldn't dress like Muggles. He only had help because of Tonks.

He did make a note to avoid the area as he wasn't ready to deal with the possible animosity from them.

"Sounds weird...but then they might just want to be left alone as well," Draco replied with a shrug.

"I think most people avoid them. Say hello once or twice if I see them, but they don't seem terribly friendly towards everyone. Other than that... Just nice people around here." He shrugged again, leaning back with one ankle on the other knee.

"What's it like where you come from? What's the town?" Jake asked, since they were talking about their lives.

"Well Wiltshire is a very rural area. We lived away from everything so it would take a while to get to the nearest town. Our house was so huge...that I could get lost in it if I wanted to or avoid people easily." Draco hesitantly replied. He wasn't too keen on talking about his home because of the dark memories now associated with it.

"Because of the fact we were away from everything it was a good meeting ground for everything. We had to witness a lot of things I don't want to see again."

Wince. Jake looked a bit ashamed because he should have guessed it wouldn't be good to talk about. "Sorry. Sorry. I didn't mean to bring up anything bad." What could he talk about that wouldn't get him in deeper on the side Draco clearly didn't want to talk about?

He looked down, for the first time since they'd met, looking a little awkward. He wasn't sure what to say or do. Draco's life seemed so... limited.

"No need to apologize," Draco quickly replied picking up on how awkward this got for them. Yet, they were learning about one another. It was bound to happen that they would find topics that weren't good to discuss.

"Just expect the good and the bad with this. There's no need to sugar coat for me or sympathize. I'm not exactly a fragile person."

"Not saying you are, but it's a bit like walking a minefield. Never know when I'm going to step on something that's going to blow up." A touch of his smile returned. "I don't want to accidentally stumble on a really bad subject. So... how about this? Either of us comes onto a bad topic, just say goosebumps. That's the key word. Means new subject, no judgement."

"Thank you," Draco replied looking a little relieved. "I would never have thought of doing something like that."

At this point their food arrived, and Draco was quite happy to have this little distraction. Plus, he was really hungry at this point.

Jake, from the look of it, seemed to be glad of the distraction as well. He nodded when they offered more cheese, then dug eagerly into one of the large meatballs centered in the heart of his plate. He could act like a gentleman when in Draco's presence, but it wasn't until he glanced up from his food and watched the other eat for a few seconds that he began to realize the vast difference that really lay between them.

Draco ate with the perfection of someone raised by a lot of money. He caught himself looking for several seconds before his gaze dropped again, his thoughts going faster than what he knew what to do with. Maybe the whole idea of befriending Draco was a terrible idea, but he didn't care. He liked the other and if Draco wanted to make it work? Well, he'd give it a go.

Draco could feel his face blush slightly noting how different he was as he settled down to eat. He saw how Jake noticed and felt bad for making him feel uncomfortable. It was so ingrained into him to eat properly no matter who he was with. Tonks had even made a comment at one point saying to relax and enjoy the meal. But even then he proceeded to do what he was taught.

No matter how he tried to blend in something he did or said would stick out. He only hoped that over time it would get easier and he didn't fail.

"So now that your free, are you staying here until you find the University you want to go to, or will you end up back home before then?" Jake asked, trying to be a little better in his manners with Draco there but it didn't match the built-in, unconscious motions Draco made.

"I plan on staying here till I find a university. Unless, something happens where they need me home. For now there seems to be no set schedule." Draco replied. He had already almost finished his meal.

Jake grinned a little with that; so Draco wasn't just going to up and leave in a week. Extended vacation. He thought about it, then perked up. "We should take a trip into the city. I'm sure you've seen London before but there's a thousand good clubs and dives. Curry places and thrift shops and all sorts of places I've bet you haven't gotten to go."

"Only if you let me show you some places as well," Draco replied with a mischievous smile. His family had been to London quite often. He got to see various shows and plays and see some of the museums. His mother had insisted he had some culture in his life. He had been surprised that they went to some of the Muggle places, Those were rare and discreet. And his father had often argued about it.

He never got to see the nightlife there, but knew of places to go to. A good chance to get into some trouble. The idea of seeing other parts of London looked promising.

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