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[the entry starts with Draco suddenly leaning away from the stationary screen, looking relatively bewildered—and not looking at the camera, because he doesn't know what that is or where to find it. he leans back forward, observing the screen, and gives it an uncertain little tap. he mumbles, a little.]

Is it working, then?

[he rolls his eyes and sighs.]

Feel like a sodding idiot... Well, here goes.

[and, unsure if this is properly doing its thing or not, Draco just hopes that it's working so that he's not literally talking to a wall. Draco seems to decide looking at the screen is probably the best course of action, as he talks—so to those viewing him, his eyecontact isn't direct, but hey, it's not too off!]

Some of you've already met me; my name is Draco Malfoy. I'm a somewhat recent arrival for this embarrassment of a city.

[and, as is characteristic of his house, Draco gets straight to business.]

I heard this was probably the easiest way to contact people conveniently, since there's no other option. I'm looking for a partner—someone to rely on when I start to get ill.

[he prays people get his meaning.]

That said, besides obviously helping the health of whoever steps up to the task, you won't be doing this for nothing. I'm a wizard—I know magical abilities aren't incredibly uncommon around here, but there's a fair bit of magic that can be incredibly convenient in the—[Draco half scowls, half winces,] domestic scheme of things, I guess...

Anyway—a simple exchange of information, such as where we're living or places we frequent, and trust enough to find one another as necessary is all I ask.

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I am Princess Looma Red Wind.

And yes, it is. In all my travels, I have never heard of so many people so content to remain prisoners.

[Because when you're being held somewhere and you're not allowed to leave that is exactly what it is, darn it.]

...Good name. [Draco blinks. he thinks he prefers Red Wind, so he'll go with that. interesting that she's royalty—even if clearly some other sort of being, at least she's of noble standing.]

Precisely! I mean, this may not be as dreary as a dungeon, exactly—but that doesn't change the circumstance whatsoever! It's unforgivable! And sickening, too.

How long have you been here?

[She was not aware names could be good or bad, so that particular observation goes unanswered. The way it was worded, the observation could also be taken to suggest the human had heard of her Father and his clan, but she was unwilling to entertain such a notion for long.]

I would prefer a dungeon. I have yet to hear of one of those that makes an effort to force intimacy between captives.

I have been here for two months, now. You will find that it does not get any more tolerable with time.

[wow, Draco certainly doesn't want to explore the possibilities of her first statement, so he chooses not to comment. he likes her attitude, though.]

Can't say that surprises me in the slightest. Wouldn't get easier for anyone who didn't have full awareness of their situation—but I imagine there are some who are more than content to huddle up to one another like chilly livestock.

Plenty. And I would prefer not to aid them, because their attitude toward this situation sickens me. I doubt any of them have even tried to fight our captors.

Not that it is effective to do so, but to so willingly surrender to their demands is shameful.

Exactly. Everyone made such a fuss when I threatened to blow up the tour guide and the rest of the staff when I'd first arrived, as if I was acting out of my head for it. I didn't realize it was ineffective at the time, of course, but at least I had some dignity.

[if tantrums are how you define dignity, Draco...]

You merely threatened?

How courteous.

[Yeah she actually tried. It worked about as well. But at least she managed to damage a table? So...partial victory?]

[Draco's pale eyebrows lift.]

Did you actually attack?

[his curiosity is piqued. he also notes not to cross this one...]

Of course! The guards though, not the woman at the desk. They intervened before I had the chance.

[This is spoken a little too matter-of-factly. Like she was just telling him what time she woke up that morning.]

And you're right. It doesn't work. And I do not know how, but there must be some way to overcome it.

[Draco laughs, tickled by her tenacity with the intent to attack and harm the native people of this terrible little city.]

I was going for the tour guide, myself—the gal was certainly very irritating. [his expression sours, a distant sort anger in his eyes.] Still can't believe they offer welcoming parties and things like that to their captives as if being here is something to be celebrated! The nerve leaves a bad taste in my mouth, even now.

It isn't much better when you're thrown out by weaklings you can't seem to hurt, believe me.

[If anything, it was even more insulting.]

"Can't seem to hurt"?

[that's a little mortifying for a number of reasons...]

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