RP: These guys, these guys here are a bucket of trouble.
Date: July 31, 2000, after his meeting with his uncle Characters: Draco and Theo Warnings: TBD Location: Theo's place. Public/Private: Private Summary: Its his best friend. He doesnt need much of a reason to visit him. Status: Incomplete
While the meeting with Maddox was well worth his time, Draco wasnt quite content to go back home just yet. The cat wandering around his rooms probably wouldnt mind the extra company, but the quiet walls would be stifling, he was sure. And while hitting a pub sounded inviting, there was certainly better company he could keep.
It was later then he intended and while Draco was sure he was within the curfew restrictions, it was better to be safe then sorry and not spend more time then was wise on the sidewalk infront of his Uncles home. With a crack, Draco was in the familiar living room in a blink of an eye, rolling his shoulders to rid himself of the strangeness apparation sometimes left behind on ones skin, pausing momentarily to listen for some sort of noise that Theo was even home. It wasnt as if Draco had contacted him before he left to make sure the other was home. For all he knew, Tracey had kidnapped him once again.
Kitchen, empty. Livingroom, obviously empty. There were only so many places Theo could hide, and Draco walked the well known path to the others bedroom without hesitation, smirking a bit when he heard the heavy spray of water from the shower head.
"Already trying to drown yourself, mate?" The blond said as he entered the bathroom, leaning back against the sink as he watched the blurred form of the other behind the shower glass. "I told you she'd be the death of you."