Draco Malfoy (dracolucmalfoy) wrote in amesoeurrpg, @ 2013-01-05 20:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | !!thread, !places: diagon alley, !player: ashley, !player: jenn, draco malfoy, penelope clearwater |
Who: Draco Malfoy & Penelope Clearwater
What: Needing to get out.
When: Saturday, Jan 5th; late afternoon.
Where: Diagon Alley.
Rating: PG-13
Status: Complete
Draco needed to get out. He felt the itch, the need for something that his lab in the Department of Mysteries and his home could not scratch. The need for people, of conversation. He'd forced himself into seclusion, trying to hide away from society ever since the incident. However, when he found himself listening to dance music in his private lab, he figured he had reached his limit of hermittude. He needed socialization in order to continue functioning normally.
As such, he left his home in London dressed in standard Malfoy fashion, which meant looking nothing short of perfect. He donned a Dior Homme cut three piece suit of dove grey with an ink black dress shirt and pocket kerchief.Instead of a tie, like he normally would have worn, he left the top three buttons undone, and wore a black belt with a silver buckle of a snake eating his tail - along with matching cuff links. With polished black square toed oxfords and a black winter cloak, he deemed himself acceptable to enter society.
Stepping away from the apparation point, he pushed back the sides of his cloak, the two buttons of the suit coat beneath left done up, and placed his hands in his pockets. He meandered down the alley with no specific destination in mind, simply looking into shop windows as he pass by. He eventually stepped into Flourish & Blotts, and then had a cuppa in a cafe he enjoyed. Currently he was stopped outside Quality Quidditch Supplies, looking at the display, feeling nostalgic. He hadn't been on a broom since the end of the war. there had been so many other things filling his time, such a simple joy had seemed so... childish to indulge in. He found himself missing the feel of flying, and wondering where it was he had left his broom.