Scorpius H. Malfoy (fullofsnark) wrote in unloading_zone, @ 2010-06-21 16:59:00 |
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Maybe the stress of it all had finally made him snap. He must be mad. Scorpius was positive of it. His mind must have gone around the bend. He could not possibly be on an island, harassed by nine trunks of baggage he couldn't open, expected to live in some ramshackle hut with no privacy, and made to work as a menial stocker boy. It was ludicrous!
Sitting on the porch, elbows propped up on knees, Scorpius could picture it. Himself curled up in one of St. Mungo's padded wards, staring off into space, being observed by sympathetic witches and wizards from behind clipboards. His body was there, and his mind was in a completely different zone.
"Buggery," he muttered to himself, dropping his head in his hands.