WARNING FOR GRAPHIC VIOLENCE - Closed/Cecilia
Draco had woken up quite ill that morning, unsure of why exactly.
His luxurious bed spread out around him in dark exquisite folds, the sheets still tangled around his feet as he gasped and doubled over in pain, holding his fingers to his temples.
He laid there with his palms flat against the sides of his head, feeling the dull throbbing between his ears with every heartbeat. Add to that the fact he was still reeling from his visit from The Boy Who Wouldn't Die last night, not quite believing it himself.
The pain, and those uninvited thoughts, pumped hard behind his eyes as he groaned to his pillow.
There had been something about Cessy mentioned last night that was nagging at him, and it wouldn't go away no matter how furiously he batted at it.
When the merciless ache had only gently subsided, just enough for him to get his bearing, he sat up and slowly turned to his nightstand to grab some parchment and a quill he had in the drawers there.
CJ,
Would you come to my bed chamber? I am feeling rather ill. I could certainly use your assistance.
DM
He sent an elf to bring it to his owl, and laid back down.
Little did he know it wasn't his brain that had a headache - it was his magic.
His luxurious bed spread out around him in dark exquisite folds, the sheets still tangled around his feet as he gasped and doubled over in pain, holding his fingers to his temples.
He laid there with his palms flat against the sides of his head, feeling the dull throbbing between his ears with every heartbeat. Add to that the fact he was still reeling from his visit from The Boy Who Wouldn't Die last night, not quite believing it himself.
The pain, and those uninvited thoughts, pumped hard behind his eyes as he groaned to his pillow.
There had been something about Cessy mentioned last night that was nagging at him, and it wouldn't go away no matter how furiously he batted at it.
When the merciless ache had only gently subsided, just enough for him to get his bearing, he sat up and slowly turned to his nightstand to grab some parchment and a quill he had in the drawers there.
CJ,
Would you come to my bed chamber? I am feeling rather ill. I could certainly use your assistance.
DM
He sent an elf to bring it to his owl, and laid back down.
Little did he know it wasn't his brain that had a headache - it was his magic.