Who: Draco and Astoria What: Talking Where: Slytherin Common Room When: Yesterday, during the Quidditch match Rating/Warning: TBA
Draco did not attend the Quidditch match. It was very hard to muster the energy to feign interest, or even to mock, a match which mattered so little overall. When had Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff ever put on a good show? And when had either been in serious contention for the Cup? Not in the last seven years, at least, and Draco was not interested in pretending to care one way or the other, this afternoon.
Instead, he was sitting in the nearly abandoned common room, near the fire, thinking about something that had bothered him for several weeks, now. Christmas holidays. He wasn't sure what to expect of his. His job for the Lord had been fulfilled, though not by him. He had made a cursory start at getting the Inquisitorial Squad back together, and had sent his aunt the blood quality list for Hogwarts students she'd demanded. But was it enough? In the face of the take over the Minstry, and the new break between Hogwarts and the Ministry, he couldn't be sure.