WHO: Draco Malfoy &
open until filled Ted Tonks
WHAT: Wandering around somewhere entirely foreign.
WHERE: Magic Kingdom
WHEN: Monday afternoon
RATING: PG
It took a few weeks, but Draco fell into a routine since returning to the village. He still sometimes needed to talk himself into leaving the Manor, but his therapist had been right in saying repetition helped. He got up most days, ate with the girls, went to work, returned home, ate again, repeat. He even managed to see those friends he trusted most although he still preferred hanging out in quieter settings with only a handful of people. However, he couldn't escape this Disney thing. Not only was he plain curious, but he promised some of his family and friends that he'd at least give it a chance.
Well, he gave it one. It was terrifying. No, really. The loud music. The death contraptions. The crowds. He wasn't ready for this.
"Get a grip," he muttered. He was starting to think he would forever talk to himself. He took a few deep breaths before finding a refreshment cart where he purchased something called a Pineapple Float. He thought it tasted pretty good, but after a few bites, his stomach started to turn. People kept rushing by. Some nodded at him, others avoided eye contact, others yelled a hello. He wondered how it was possible to know so many people and feel so impossibly lonely. He
still felt like he was playing a part. He didn't know these people. They knew him. Heck, many of the people who once darkened his pages hadn't even said hello since he returned. He didn't know what to think because he felt like he was trying to fight two demons - his real life ones and then his past self's ones too. "No, really, get a bloody grip," he said into his float.