Characters: Draco Malfoy and OPEN Location: Diagon Alley Date: Friday, July 25, 2001 Time: just after 4pm
Draco headed down Diagon Alley trying to allow himself time to calm down before heading back to the manor. He was dressed in fine robes of black silk, not quite dress robes, but of the type worn for important business meetings. Everything about him was impeccably groomed, looking every inch the pureblood aristocrat he'd been raised to be. In contrast to his attire, currently, he was wanting nothing more than to be the petulant whiny child he was in school. Now, though, his spite manifested differently.
He'd spent all day in the Ministry waiting to speak to an Auror. He'd arrived promptly at nine and was given a seat in which to wait. When lunch time had rolled around, he'd been informed that to leave meant he may not keep his place in line waiting to speak with someone from the department. OH, he knew very well they were keeping him waiting simply to do so. He knew they couldn't be that busy. However, he reluctantly admitted them class enough to put him where he would not see those they were bringing in before him. Not leaving meant he ate some questionable food from the trolley, only about a third of the sandwich though before he decided hunger was better.
Finally, at 3pm, they brought him in and sat him down with three Aurors. Apparently an unarmed pardoned Death Eater ranked such security. An hour's worth of interrogation style questions and he was released. They'd said they believed him. He knew they were lying, but at least he'd tried.
Now, however, he was properly hungry, and was making a point of being in public so that they would have to look at him. Who they were didn't really matter. He would force them all to admit he was here, that he had been pardoned, that it was now their prejudices they had to face.
That he needed to go by Flourish and Blotts for invitation stationery was simply convenience.