I bite my thumb, sir. (lottiewood) wrote in reduxpitch, @ 2016-06-01 11:28:00 |
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WHO: Charlotte Wood & Draco Malfoy
WHAT: Lottie is storming the castle manor
WHEN: Tuesday 31 May 2002 (slightly backdated), after this
WHERE: Malfoy Manor
RATING: Snogging. No, that's not all that happens, but it's important.
STATUS: Complete
Charlotte had given herself a proper day off. She was't running errands. She wasn't planning anything. She hadn't even considered leaving the house because there was nothing pressing that needed her attention. Until Draco's post in the journals. That conversation was vastly different from the ones they normally had. Their words were terse and edged with sharpness, frustration, and anger, and that had Lottie worried, but not about what it meant for their togetherness. She was worried about Draco.
So worried, in fact, that when he provided her with a map, she didn't bother changing out of her yoga pants, Montrose jersey, and rainbow-striped toe socks. At least she was wearing a bra, and she stuck her feet into her trainers. She didn't stop to consider the fact that she might run into his mother, and that this outfit would be the worst impression she could make on Narcissa Malfoy. She simply left her sister a note and disapparated from their flat.
Draco's map was true enough to get her from just off the grounds to his room in ten minutes. She met only the house elf who had opened the door for her (she wasn't such a heathen as to barge in without ringing the bell first). By the time she reached Draco's door, she was a little breathless, more out of shape than she was willing to admit. She tapped twice on his door before letting herself in. "Draco?" Her imagination made her voice echo off the high ceilings, though she knew that was impossible. She closed the door firmly behind her and wandered in, looking around curiously. She called his name again, and waited.