Draco Malfoy (hastosucceed) wrote in plagued_logs, @ 2016-10-26 09:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | 1999 october, draco malfoy, stephen cornfoot |
WHO: Draco & Stephen (grab meee?)
WHAT: Confrontation
WHEN: Wednesday 26th
WHERE: Diagon Alley, near the Apothecary
Men like you can never change
A man such as you.
Draco was starting to get mildly frantic. It had been three days and Ant hadn't come back to the flat. Not only was he worried about Ant in this situation, but it meant that he had to fend for himself, and if he didn't leave the place he was actually going to starve. It was no longer a non-funny joke. At first he hadn't wanted to eat anything, still suffering from withdrawal, the thought of putting anything in his stomach only to throw it up again seemed counterproductive. But after three days he was pretty desperate. Outside it wasn't as bad as he'd thought. At least he hadn't been mobbed after a few minutes of walking towards the Leaky Cauldron. He was halfway there however, trying ignore the stabbing pains in his stomach, when he saw the Apothecary. It was still very obviously closed. He knew that most of the shopkeepers had been transported out of the Alley when others had been taken there by magic. He stood there for a moment, stuck with indecision. it would be so easy, if he had the right ingredients, to make something that would give him a little relief. On the other hand, the last week or so of getting clean had been a living nightmare, and the thought of going through that ever again was compelling enough to make him hesitate. He was still hesitating when someone else walking down the street towards him caught his eye. He almost panicked. If what he suspected about Stephen Cornfoot was true, the sensible thing to do would be to run in the other direction. But he didn't. He wasn't in any kind of shape to run, anyway. Instead, he took a deep breath and stepped out onto the street in front of him. "Cornfoot," he said, jerking his head in a 'come hither' gesture. "Can we talk?" |