Who: Lucius and Draco Malfoy What: Awkward Family Interaction Where: Malfoy Manor (southwestern corner of the gardens) When: Today Warnings: TBA
The moment his father had urged the Death Eaters invading the Manor to stay away from the southwestern corner of the gardens due to tentacula outbreak it became Draco's favourite place on the grounds. He kept a careful watch, of course, and kept to the hedge maze the majority of the time, but no one had ventured into that section of the garden in a week, and he'd only been grabbed by vines once. Generally they grabbed at the edges of his robes, and then retreated. Draco suspected absently that he didn't taste right to them.
He was currently sitting on a garden bench at the far southwestern edge of the mess, a copy of Hélas, Je me suis Transfiguré Les Pieds in the original French open but otherwise untouched in his lap. He didn't come here to read, after all. He didn't even come to think. He came to be away from the bloody lot of them inside, and to be able to let go of the tight Occlumencic control he had to have on his own thoughts every moment he spend inside.