Post by Arctura on Sept 27, 2013 0:54:29 GMT
Here's an example of an RP I just did on Omegle. Maybe this'll help. Malachi Darling is a stranger's OC and I am of course, Draco Malfoy. Bit less angsty and melodramatic than usual, only because it's pre-HBP!Draco. Keep in mind I was striving for quick responses and it's not my best or proofread writing...
You: "As if we'd have anywhere else to go except this sorry excuse for a school." Draco said under his breath. The staff always irked him with their wide-eyed and unconvincing enthusiasm. It wasn't contagious. It was sickening.
Stranger: "Malfoy, I'll have none of that," Malachi said in reply, pushing the boy gently towards the path to the main entrance. "And this school is the best, you couldn't go anywhere better."
You: "Mr. Darling," Draco said with emphasis on his title, "I could name a few. Durmstrang's for example. One of the finest schools in all of Eastern Europe."
Stranger: "Durmstrang may be a prestigious school," the brunet replied, "but none of them are quite as safe as Hogwarts." He fell into step with the younger boy, movements brisk. "And don't give me that snark."
You: Draco ignored his comments as he did to everyone not a Slytherin and a Pureblood, and instead said casually, "I do believe you were here when there was a troll in the dungeons? And when the Chamber of Secrets was opened and most of the student body was petrified? On both occasions, our gracious headmaster still saw it fit to keep the school open. I wonder what will happen this year..."
Stranger: Malachi rolled his eyes. "If not for He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, we wouldn't have this problem. Quit complaining, Malfoy, you're in a good school." He pushed the door open, standing to hold it for the other students. "I've never met a man wider than Professor Dumbledore either. You're in good hands."
You: "Then you haven't met many men. Sir." Draco's voice was patronizing and his eyes calculating. This man was more a boy than anything. 18! That's hardly anything. What gave him the right to act as a teacher?
Stranger: "I've met many men, Malfoy." He nodded to Filch as he passed with his cat. "Another smart-alec remark and I'll be deducting points."
You: Draco shivered. Any man who inclined his head to Filch, a filthy Squib, was no better than him. Also, he did not want his House blaming him for losing points on the very first day back. Merlin knows how mortifying Gryffindor's (rigged) win two years ago was. What would happen if he lost so many points, he would get a detention? This 'man' doesn't seem to fall for his usual Malfoy charm...what if he knows better than to let him serve detention with Snape? What if he took away his Quidditch rights for the year? Slytherin will lose yet again.
You: Draco resolved to keep his act straight whilst in Mr. Darling's company. It was the only option.
Stranger: "And don't put yourself so high above others," Malachi remarked after a moment. He glanced to Malfoy. "You are equal to them all, you understand? Perhaps you're still too young to understand that the world doesn't revolve around you and you don't know everything." Once it seemed everyone was in, he stepped away from the door and let it shut. "One day, you may be calling a Muggleborn your superior in your career."
You: Draco opened his mouth to retort but stopped midway. It was a foolish idea. It would never get through to Mr. Darling that the Malfoy's were inherently better than everyone else. It was just a fact- one that had been accepted until that blasted Potter had shown up.
You: "Calling a Muggleborn my superior?" Draco thought. Bollocks.
You: "As if we'd have anywhere else to go except this sorry excuse for a school." Draco said under his breath. The staff always irked him with their wide-eyed and unconvincing enthusiasm. It wasn't contagious. It was sickening.
Stranger: "Malfoy, I'll have none of that," Malachi said in reply, pushing the boy gently towards the path to the main entrance. "And this school is the best, you couldn't go anywhere better."
You: "Mr. Darling," Draco said with emphasis on his title, "I could name a few. Durmstrang's for example. One of the finest schools in all of Eastern Europe."
Stranger: "Durmstrang may be a prestigious school," the brunet replied, "but none of them are quite as safe as Hogwarts." He fell into step with the younger boy, movements brisk. "And don't give me that snark."
You: Draco ignored his comments as he did to everyone not a Slytherin and a Pureblood, and instead said casually, "I do believe you were here when there was a troll in the dungeons? And when the Chamber of Secrets was opened and most of the student body was petrified? On both occasions, our gracious headmaster still saw it fit to keep the school open. I wonder what will happen this year..."
Stranger: Malachi rolled his eyes. "If not for He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, we wouldn't have this problem. Quit complaining, Malfoy, you're in a good school." He pushed the door open, standing to hold it for the other students. "I've never met a man wider than Professor Dumbledore either. You're in good hands."
You: "Then you haven't met many men. Sir." Draco's voice was patronizing and his eyes calculating. This man was more a boy than anything. 18! That's hardly anything. What gave him the right to act as a teacher?
Stranger: "I've met many men, Malfoy." He nodded to Filch as he passed with his cat. "Another smart-alec remark and I'll be deducting points."
You: Draco shivered. Any man who inclined his head to Filch, a filthy Squib, was no better than him. Also, he did not want his House blaming him for losing points on the very first day back. Merlin knows how mortifying Gryffindor's (rigged) win two years ago was. What would happen if he lost so many points, he would get a detention? This 'man' doesn't seem to fall for his usual Malfoy charm...what if he knows better than to let him serve detention with Snape? What if he took away his Quidditch rights for the year? Slytherin will lose yet again.
You: Draco resolved to keep his act straight whilst in Mr. Darling's company. It was the only option.
Stranger: "And don't put yourself so high above others," Malachi remarked after a moment. He glanced to Malfoy. "You are equal to them all, you understand? Perhaps you're still too young to understand that the world doesn't revolve around you and you don't know everything." Once it seemed everyone was in, he stepped away from the door and let it shut. "One day, you may be calling a Muggleborn your superior in your career."
You: Draco opened his mouth to retort but stopped midway. It was a foolish idea. It would never get through to Mr. Darling that the Malfoy's were inherently better than everyone else. It was just a fact- one that had been accepted until that blasted Potter had shown up.
You: "Calling a Muggleborn my superior?" Draco thought. Bollocks.
