Draco (pl_draco) wrote in plagued_rpg, @ 2009-11-06 20:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | 1998 october, draco malfoy |
Who: Draco Malfoy & OPEN
When: Friday Night
Where: The Great Hall
What: Who knows.
Draco Malfoy had never usually been one for late night snacking, but the last few nights he'd found himself sitting down in the Great Hall with a cup of coffee and a sandwich, gazing up at the sky above him. He hadn't spoken to anyone properly in a few days. It seemed to be the cycle he was going through.
He scratched his jaw, feeling the stubble he hadn't yet shaved away. Or just wave his wand. But he didn't want to. Or he couldn't be bothered to. He didnt know. Oh, Merlin, he had to do something with his life. He had never been claustrophobic before, why the heck did he have to start now? What cruel twist of irony was this?