Tracey Davis (snarkies) wrote in fourteenshades, |
Tracey was still seated on the bed that wasn't hers, looking around a room that obviously wasn't her, helplessly clinging to the journal that was her only means of finding what was going on at the time. She was still in her school uniform, having been transferred from her world to the village in almost the same position, though obviously she was not in the same place now. She had desperately hoped that this was some sort of prank, maybe just the blokes taking the piss out of the half-blood. But the more she read, the more it become clear that it wasn't the case. She still wasn't grasping the whole concept of copies and whatever other rubbish some of them were on about.
The knock at the door startled her, and she nearly dropped the diary as she looked up. Brown eyes narrowed at the sound of Draco's voice ā it was still strange to hear him, especially coming from the time that she did. Slowly though, she got up from the bed, tossing the journal aside, and headed for the door. There was hesitation as she reached out for the door knob, as if it might bite her. Taking a breath, she finally grasped it and gave it a turn, pulling it open to look at the fairheaded man.
"Draco. Iā" She paused, lashes fluttering as her eyes grew wide and then narrowed. He looked different. Lips parted, mouth hanging slightly gape, but she couldn't find words. Instead, brows knitted together in frustration. "I don't understand."