Who: Draco Malfoy and Percy Weasley What: More random interactions When: 16:00, Day 7 Where: Kitchen Rating: G Status: Incomplete
It had only been a week since he'd first come to the Sanctuary and already he'd realized what a mistake it had been. Maybe therapy was a good idea, just not for him when it was in a facility like this. He couldn't relax here, not after being assaulted, wounded, and he was sure very nearly killed and besides all of the vampires and werewolves skulking around looking for a meal or a victim there were other people, people he knew and who knew him. He wasn't used to that, having to share, and that wasn't something the war had changed for him. He wanted more time with his therapist but didn't want to see her outside of scheduled appointments to avoid looking like a needy lunatic which sort of worked out with the fact that he had to force himself every morning to leave his room because, well, because he was a lunatic.
It took him about two hours from the idea that he needed to leave his room crossed his mind to the actual event of opening the door knob. There was a lot to think about, a lot to worry about. He didn't know who would be out there. Normal people, regular people, people like him he thought he could deal with. He knew they hated him, thought he deserved to be in Azkaban, but he doubted any of them would do anything outside of say mean things. He could definitely handle that since none of them really truly mattered. The problem was, however, that he couldn't be sure they were normal people. Arcturus had told him there were three werewolves in the Sanctuary and he only knew about one of them. That meant, of course, that anyone could technically be one. Weasley, Nott, Zabini, Dax, anyone! Well, anyone except Potter and the last thing he truly wanted to do was hang around Harry Potter all day.
He'd decided that day that he was going to go out for lunch. He'd missed noon, one, two, and even three. Something just wasn't right about those times of day and while he'd made it as far as the library he'd chickened out and returned to his room when the unsettling realization that Remus Lupin had joined the numbers at the Sanctuary - both people and dangerous creatures - had stuck him.
At four he was absolutely famished and desperation won out over his courage every single time. He'd already cleaned up for the day, changed his clothes about three times, so all he had to do now was open the door and actually get there. Everything was alright until the stairs, he had to force himself to take the stairs but there didn't seem to be anyone else around so he didn't have too much of a problem. The kitchen was thankfully empty so Draco worked quietly and efficiently so he could go back into his room and barricade the door again.
He put the kettle on the stove, an old trick for him now, found a plate and a cup and saucer. From the refrigerator he found all the necessary implements for a sandwich and began assembling. Fruit would go nice on the side and he could probably bring an extra apple and not have to go through all of this again for dinner.