Draco Malfoy is a little bit crazy (draco_delirus) wrote in cr_eighties, @ 2018-03-04 21:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | 1987, draco, npc, sirius |
WHO: Draco and Sirius and a couple of NPCs
WHAT: Draco wanders back into civilization
WHERE: Diagon Alley
WHEN: tbc
WHY: Draco has been AWOL in the 80s for too long
WARNINGS: Draco is confused.
For some time now, Draco had been having vivid dreams. He lay down to sleep and then found himself wandering in a forest, or a field, or sometimes down a street full of muggle houses squeezed together. There were muggles there, often - he could tell they were muggles from their strange clothes - and some of them would try to talk to him. He didn't talk back, although when they pressed funny-looking coins into his hand he took them. He found he could swap them for food, if he put them down on a shop counter. Other people seemed to know what the coins were even if he didn't.
It had become normal, dreaming these strange dreams. Over the last few weeks the streets he was walking down had been busier than usual. They were loud, and a little smelly. (Actually he was a little smelly too, but he was used to that smell.) Tonight's street looked vaguely familiar and he wasn't sure why. Then he saw it. A tiny little pub with darkened windows. The Leaky Cauldron: muggle side.
With the inevitability of dreams, Draco found himself at the door, turning the handle, walking through the bustling pub and into the backyard. He saw another man tapping on the bricks with his wand, and the wall opening. Draco hurried after him before the wall closed up again. He didn't have a wand in his dream, and he couldn't remember the order of the bricks anyway. Then he was there, in Diagon Alley. It looked different, somehow, but also familiar - again a very familiar phenomenon in dreams.
Draco wandered aimlessly up the street until it occurred to him that there was a place he wanted to go - but he couldn't see it. He stopped a passer-by by touching him on the arm.
"Excuse me," he said politely. "Where is the brothel?"
Mr Passer-by looked at the young tramp in front of him and tried not to wrinkle his nose at the smell emitting from him.
"Brothel?" he asked.
"Maison," Draco replied. "Maison de - something. Something-fort."
Mr Passer-by shook his head. "There're no brothels here," he said. "There'll be street hookers down Knockturn Alley, but they'll expect cash up front." He looked the tramp up and down. He did not look like he had cash up front.
"I don't want-," Draco said, and shook his head. "I want the white room."
The white room. Mr Passer-by raised his eyebrows. "I think you want St. Mungo's..."
"No!" Draco shouted. He turned around quickly and tried to walk off, but instead bumped into a ridiculously good-looking young man.