Tracey Davis (snarkies) wrote in fourteenshades, |
He certainly wasn't making any sense, at least not to her. A battle ended the war. At school. And people died. What people? It was so strange for people to be talking about the future in the past tense, especially this Draco. This Draco that seemed so changed from the one she knew and watched become reclusive and questionable.
Growling with frustration, the girl suddenly jumped up from her spot on the bed, careful not to kick him in the motion, and stormed over to the room's window, pressing her hands to the walls on either side of it as she peered outside. "None of this makes any sense!" She snapped. "You're telling me I'm in some magical village held together due to Fred and George Weasley, where... where..." Brows knitted together. "Are there no Carrows here? No Headmaster Snape?" She turned around to face him.
"Is that over then? Did you ─ we ─ lose then?" Tracey betrayed herself in implying that it had not been her battle.