|Scorpius Malfoy (betterthanmost) wrote in parabolical,|
@ 2009-05-31 22:48:00
|Entry tags:||scorpius malfoy|
Who: Scorpius Malfoy
When: June 1st, 2am
Where: The Weir
What: AU switch
Warnings: Profanity.. lots of it
Scorpius turned in his sleep, shifting uncomfortable. He flexed his pillow and frowned. Didn't feel right. He slowly opened his eyes a bit and felt for his blanket. It was not made of green satin! Just as the sheets he laid on were not composed of silver silk. His pajamas were not silk.. he sat straight up then, pulling the wand from under his pillow. "Lumos!" Light came then. He noticed, the first thing, was that his bed wasn't nearly as wide as he recalled a few hours earlier. And the room was so damn small. There were no paintings. It was all so very fucking plain. This obviously was not his bedroom in Malfoy Manor. "What the fuck?!"
He then managed, after ten minutes, to find the lightswitch and turn it on. He looked around and his sour demeanor was much worse now, his free hand clenched into a fist, his body trembling with anger. And to add more salt, no one else was in his bed, when he knew damn well there were two or three other warm bodies there with him before he dozed off. Ahh, that was quite a night. Almost as much fun as he had the last few nights of school this year. But he was a bit tense to dwell on it now. Another thing he saw was an antique device on his desk. A computer. Great, not just a muggle computer, but severely outdated. He tried using his voice to activate it, but nothing happened. It wasn't even dusty at all. Which was just as well, he supposed. His knowledge of muggle technology was limited at best. He was curious at one time. But then, when his father was found killed when Scorpius was nine? That changed everything.
He looked out his window and saw that he was in some apartment complex. And there were palm trees. So that meant.. Florida or California? In the States?? "I don't fucking believe this," he swore under his breath, "fucking, goddamn muggles. Shit. Dammit. Fucking bloody hell." He sat on his bed, glowering as he felt how suddenly uncomfortable it was. He'd rather be back in his manor. The wizard also noticed several books on the shelf. There was a Holy Bible, a book on American history, a manual for computers, a motorcycle magazine.. and several paperbacks on the Star Wars saga, particularly about Hapes. He shook his head, looking toward the computer once more. This was so damn unsettling. He wanted out now. But a look at the clock told him it wasn't a good idea. Oh well, libraries had computers, right? He'd go there in the morning. And he swore, he'd find out how to use those contraptions. Even if he had to coerce, threaten, or torment a muggle for a while in order to do it....