Who:Draco and Mòrag What:Potential cuteness and whining? Where:Professor Snape's old office When:Backdated to 3/19 Rating:PG-13 for language at least Status:In-progress Not even a week had passed yet since he woke up and suddenly the world was thrown back into a fit of chaos and uncertainty. As if the initial wave wasn't enough, now he found himself alone. His mother and the Minister of Magic. Murdered. There were so many things washing over him, he could hardly pick a single thing out. Anger. Suspicion. Sadness. Confusion. Even fear. As much as he hated to admit to any of them, it was true. And life was just supposed to go on as it had been planned for them. Which he thought was complete bullshit. They should be finding out who is responsible, not playing house and 'going on'. It infuriated him to no end, but Draco would play along. In the meantime, he would be doing some investigating of his own. Once he could bring himself to do it.
Just then, he couldn't seem to do much else besides stare at the half finished potion in the cauldron before him, knowing in the back of his mind that he was going to have to start over, but not truly caring. Everything that he had even remotely cared for was gone, or just about. Yes, he was going to have to move on, and he would in time. Which was probably the only reason he had even told Mòrag where he was. Whether he liked it or not, she was part of what he had left and he appreciated that she was trying. He probably wouldn't admit it, but he did. When he heard the knock on the door, Draco lifted his head up from the desk to look over. There was a moment of hesitation before he stood, hand on the wand in his pocket, to open the door. It was his belief that they couldn't be too careful now. Merlin knew who was doing this.
It was something of a relief to see that it was just her. "Thank you for coming." He stepped back to allow Mòrag in, closing the door behind them once she was in.