Who: Draco and Harry When: Afternoon Where: Ridgeway Buffet What: Accidental meeting? ;) Rating: TBD
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Draco was not pleased. He'd thought he would be when he had been moved to another cabin. He was able to sleep.. mostly. When he didn't have a nightmare of the Dark Lord appearing before him, face angry about the failure, followed by a quick flick of that dangerous wand.. a gesture which Death Eaters knew from experience was a bad sign. He still remembered the first time he was branded. He had realized over time that he had been severely lied to. He had thought there was glory and power in the ranks. Wear some dark robes, put on the mask, have some fun gatherings as you talked about your latest conquests over muggles, followed by rewards.. usually in the form of a higher rank or monetary gain, or influence over new recruits. And there was the awe of being in the presence of a superior Master, almost mythological yet very real. But.. that was a mistake. He had been deceived. It seemed the only way he knew, the only way to look forward to, especially upon being told many times about all the great things that came from being a part of such a wonderful work. But all he saw now was a very deranged madman drunk with power, who would even turn on his own if it served a purpose or if it displeased him. Or if the Lord had just felt like it on a simple whim.
Being tasked with killing Dumbledore was impossible and yet he still pressed on. He alone had fixed the Vanishing Cabinet. And victory was near. But when it came down to it? He was unable to fulfill it. Something so simple as pointing the wand and uttering two simple words. The old wizard was correct, Draco Malfoy certainly was not a killer as he had seemed to be the sort all that time in Hogwarts. He had always spoke like his father, believed as he did. Still did on some level. He still saw muggles as inferior. After all, he didn't recall hearing of wizards dropping bombs on anyone. And they always persecuted magic before. And now he was surrounded by a good number of people who despised the Malfoys. But Draco was content in the fact that he was not a killer, nor did he commit torture. Or torture as a punishment.. he had honestly been shocked at what he had read. He wondered if Potter was too. He had thought that only Death Eaters, or even Voldemort himself, would resort to such reactions. But that those who seemed to be good guys before, especially anyone in Gryffindor, would do it without hesitation.. he was very surprised, to say the least. He also felt something else. While he did know his father had committed the wrong action, which he himself hadn't planned to do, he also was very steeled with resolve that he would never forgive Black, nor anyone else that had been involved in the retaliation. Of course this just convinced him even more that he was right which made him feel all the more superior, but his father had still been harmed in the event. It was then that he had once again hardened himself as he did for the past year, closing off his mind lest a Legimens user catch his thoughts, his face a passive mask to hide what he was thinking although his eyes might betray something if one looked hard enough.
Draco had cautiously went from his new cabin to the place he was supposed to be working at. Though technically this was his day off but he didn't know that at the moment. He noticed a few guests on his way there, pointing, a couple squealed. He mumbled something about insignificant muggles, pulling out his wand; that seemed to get the desired reaction as they quickly kept their distance. Finally making it to the Buffet, he put the wand away, nodding as the Oompa Loompa led him to a table. How odd.. he was reminded of Dobby for a brief moment. The blond wizard slowly sat down in his seat. He had clearly not eaten for some time. Or what he had taken, it wasn't much. The last time.. about three or four days before arriving here, if his memory was correct. He wondered if Potter was around now, not knowing that the other boy was on break. No doubt the hero would notice how different Draco looked in two years if he saw him again. After ordering some food, some.. chicken and fries, with a soda, he sank back in his chair. Just sitting and waiting, staring blankly ahead, solemn but perhaps somewhere else...