Draco Malfoy (_superb) wrote in iamb_rpg, @ 2009-07-11 19:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | !appointment, !closed, !complete, day 2, draco malfoy, kelly travers |
Who: Draco and Kelly Travers
Where: Kelly's Office
When: 2:30 sharp
What: Scheduled Meeting
Rating: PG
Status: Incomplete
It hadn't taken much to find the Therapist's office. Once he'd gotten used to the Sanctuary's weird way of labeling rooms and courtesy of the map handed out to him at his intake the previous day he planned out a route so he wouldn't get lost and made the short journey from his room to her's without any detours or without getting lost. Even though he had signed up for this, being committed and analyzed, the closer he got to Travers' door the sicker he felt. He considered briefly that the illness had been on account of the lunch he'd eaten but thought it was more likely to be just his nerves.
Her name was Kelly Travers. There were two things very wrong with that statement. First and foremost she was a woman and while he wasn't sure entirely why since women were supposed to be gentle, motherly, and reassuring, but he just didn't think she would be up to the task, as if it were outside of her league of abilities to understand the complexities of who he was and what he'd gone through. Secondly was the problem of her last name. He recognized it, it was a good Pureblood name. The real problem was, of course, that it was also a Death Eater's name. He was sure the Travers family tree had many branches and not all of those boughs had to be aligned with the Dark Lord but he also knew that he wasn't very lucky and any chances of escaping that connection were slim.
Still, he was going to give her a chance because he had to give her a chance. It was either that or have the Auror drag him down there which was definitely something he didn't want anyone else to be witness to especially the way they were already gossiping over those silly magical journals they'd been handed out. He took a few moments to collect himself at her door having budgeted himself some spare time in advance. He smoothed back his hair and plucked a stray, pale strand from the dark material of his robes before steeling his exterior and rapping white knuckles against the door.