Who: Draco Malfoy and Ted Tonks Where: About When: Morning, September 25th What: Draco meets Uncle Mudblood for the very first time! Rating: Low? Status: In progress
There was nothing. He had nothing. No clothes, no food, no wand, just a place to sleep that was lumpy and harder in some places than in others, a roof, and a bunch of boxes he couldn't open. His mother was too young, his son was way too old, the man he'd had a hand in killing was here, Potter didn't seem to remember that they'd been getting on passably well over the last couple of years, he was getting conflicting information from Astoria who was having her on about Parkinson, and he couldn't leave. He was no better than a muggle here, trapped and wandless, and it sucked.
It sucked.
Draco had basic standards of living that weren't being met at all. At all. He'd barely eaten yesterday, apparently had to go work as a busboy at the bloody local pub, and he was wearing yesterday's clothes. His stomach was growling, something that it never did. Ever. He didn't like it one bit. He'd never missed having a house elf so much in his life.
He barely saw the people walking by as he stalked away from his hut on his way to the village. There was a tall and thin redheaded man he didn't recognize, a short redheaded woman with a very short skirt and swishy hips, and a solid-looking brunette that looked oddly familiar, but he didn't approach any of them, or meet their eyes. Lovegood was standing in the middle of the square with her arms hanging limp at her sides, her head tilted and staring at the outside of an outrageously brightly painted building Draco couldn't stand to look at for more than a couple seconds at a time - so basically, she was being herself. One of his eyebrows twitched at the sight of her, but he made no other outward sign that he'd spotted her, looking instead to the buildings in search of food. And the pub, so that he could get to work at some point in the near future.
The smell of fish, faint at first, was growing stronger as he approached the market. His face wrinkled at the unpleasant scent. Would he smell like that, before long? Was that all there was to eat here? Fish?
He looked over his shoulder to find the source of the odour: a man, bringing in fish.