Draco Malfoy (boywithnochoice) wrote in realitycrash, @ 2011-10-26 11:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | !arrival, !inprogress, buffy summers, draco malfoy, harleen quinzel/harley quinn |
The Players: Draco & OPEN
What: What kind of magic is this?
Where: Resurrection Cemetery.
When: October 26th, 2011//evening
Rating: PG/PG13.
Notes: Mod says his magic works here just like in his universe, so don't startle him to avoid Avada Kedavraing!
The moment had come and pass. He'd failed in the end. All that worrying, all those bleeding nightmares, and in the end he'd been entirely too weak to accomplish the one task he'd been given. Gods, what was wrong with him? He'd had an opening, Dumbledore had even made it easy for him, but then he'd just...lost his nerve. Bellatrix being there hadn't helped matters.
His aunt was ever anything but helpful.
Then all at once, Snape had walked in and fixed things. Staring down at his own wand now, Draco was still going through shock over how things had happened. They'd trashed the school on their way out, made a show of it, and he'd had to pretend that he wasn't leaving the only building he'd ever really felt safe in. Because there was no going back after this.
But as he'd left the building something miraculous had happened. Had anyone asked him in that moment he might have accidentally admitted that showing up in a graveyard at the blink of an eye instead of following his aunt away from the school was a blessing. Given a few moments to think about it, however, he would have realized that he hadn't apparated. He was capable of it, that was no secret to anyone who knew him, but this time he hadn't done it. It wasn't the fact that it was illegal to apparate without a license that kept him from attempting it, but the fear that his father had a location spell on him and would always find him.
So whatever had happened moments before to bring him here to this graveyard hadn't been his own doing. He wasn't sure what had brought him there. In fact, Draco Malfoy was sure of very little in that moment, wand in hand as he walked among the headstones and occasional stone angels.