There's something in your way
Characters: Harry Potter (crux_ofmylife) and Draco Malfoy (brb_pigfarts)
When: Wednesday afternoon
Where: Random streetside
Rating: PG-15? There will be fighting and insults galore
Summary: Harry doesn't know about his mother and Snape's relationship yet. After a chance encounter, Draco is all too delighted to tell him. Spells and stuff ensue.
'I don't have time for this.'
Probably one of the things he's said most throughout the past few days. He doesn't have time to collect food, doesn't have time to repair the hole in the wall- after all, there are far more important things to be doing, aren't there? Even without the Dark Lord here, there was still much to do, and if he showed up and found that Draco had just... wasted time as a repairman, then he'd probably have his head.
So Draco sneered and plotted and planned to do something- anything, really. And that worked well the first day. He spent hours planning out elaborate tricks and ways to capture and imprison the various citizens of Adstring, before lying in wait for his Dark Lord to arrive.
...but all of those plans were tedious, and he didn't even know if that was the Dark Lord's will. And so, by the second day, his wastebin was full of crumpled paper and Draco was bored.
Incredibly bored.
Who would have thought that suddenly being abandoned in a rugged waste of a city, left to rot within decrepit walls, with only a humorless old fool to keep him company would be boring? But after the third time he's counted the number of cracks in the wall (seventy-two), the second time he's performed a massive cleaning spell on his room (which still didn't get out all the grime), and the fifth time he's almost blown up the kitchen, Draco was starting to realize just how boring alternate universes could be.
So- information gathering, he finally figured. Intelligence. Map out the place and keep it to himself, in case someone came along later that could use it. And not a minute after he'd gotten that idea, he'd Apparated out of his room with a loud crack.
He narrowly avoided falling in the fountain when he reappeared, letting out a short cry as he stumbled along the rim (he'd wanted to be next to it, why was he on top of it?). Chunks of rock broke off under his feet as he slipped and flailed until finally managing to land safely on the ground next to it. Scoffing haughtily, Draco stood up fully and dusted himself off, shaking his head before starting down one of the nearby roads, exploring, carefully committing the pathways to memory.
He could be at this for hours, really- but at least it was something to do.
When: Wednesday afternoon
Where: Random streetside
Rating: PG-15? There will be fighting and insults galore
Summary: Harry doesn't know about his mother and Snape's relationship yet. After a chance encounter, Draco is all too delighted to tell him. Spells and stuff ensue.
'I don't have time for this.'
Probably one of the things he's said most throughout the past few days. He doesn't have time to collect food, doesn't have time to repair the hole in the wall- after all, there are far more important things to be doing, aren't there? Even without the Dark Lord here, there was still much to do, and if he showed up and found that Draco had just... wasted time as a repairman, then he'd probably have his head.
So Draco sneered and plotted and planned to do something- anything, really. And that worked well the first day. He spent hours planning out elaborate tricks and ways to capture and imprison the various citizens of Adstring, before lying in wait for his Dark Lord to arrive.
...but all of those plans were tedious, and he didn't even know if that was the Dark Lord's will. And so, by the second day, his wastebin was full of crumpled paper and Draco was bored.
Incredibly bored.
Who would have thought that suddenly being abandoned in a rugged waste of a city, left to rot within decrepit walls, with only a humorless old fool to keep him company would be boring? But after the third time he's counted the number of cracks in the wall (seventy-two), the second time he's performed a massive cleaning spell on his room (which still didn't get out all the grime), and the fifth time he's almost blown up the kitchen, Draco was starting to realize just how boring alternate universes could be.
So- information gathering, he finally figured. Intelligence. Map out the place and keep it to himself, in case someone came along later that could use it. And not a minute after he'd gotten that idea, he'd Apparated out of his room with a loud crack.
He narrowly avoided falling in the fountain when he reappeared, letting out a short cry as he stumbled along the rim (he'd wanted to be next to it, why was he on top of it?). Chunks of rock broke off under his feet as he slipped and flailed until finally managing to land safely on the ground next to it. Scoffing haughtily, Draco stood up fully and dusted himself off, shaking his head before starting down one of the nearby roads, exploring, carefully committing the pathways to memory.
He could be at this for hours, really- but at least it was something to do.