It wasn’t usually Abraxas’s policy to end up meeting up with nearly-complete strangers. Well, not really strangers, he supposed. He’d been vaguely aware of her existence for at least all the time they’d been going to school together. And he knew what she looked like, although he couldn’t for the life of him remember her given name. If he’d ever even heard it at all. But that was fine. He hardly expected any better a recollection from her. Bit odd to be going out to meet up with someone he barely knew, he realized, but it wouldn’t be the first time. And even though he would never, ever admit it, Abraxas Malfoy was the sort who preferred unlikely, strange, bad, or completely unfamiliar company to no company at all.
He was also vaguely aware that his going out with McGonagall would annoy Potter to no end, which seemed as good a reason for doing something. It was petty. It was immature. But he couldn’t resist. Just for the fun of it indeed.
Abraxas had got a table that wasn’t far from the fireplace, so when he noticed the flash of emerald flames at about three, he turned around in his seat to look.
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