RP: At Home
Draco had hoped that Harry would be home early today, but it seemed that someone had died. Draco still didn't know who. Harry had gotten the owl, paled and headed out quickly. Draco heard Harry rattle off several extra wards behind him, which should've made Draco feel safer, but it just scared him more. He sat on the couch with Lolly, watching the WNN, hoping for some sort of update, but none was given. Whatever it was, was being kept from the news for now.
He curled up on his side around his stuffed toy and tried not to sob, although he felt very much like doing that. He thought of all of the people it could possibly be, but his mind kept drifting back to his mum. What if she'd been hurt? What would he do? He wished now that he'd insisted that she be here, then he'd know it wasn't her.
He curled up on his side around his stuffed toy and tried not to sob, although he felt very much like doing that. He thought of all of the people it could possibly be, but his mind kept drifting back to his mum. What if she'd been hurt? What would he do? He wished now that he'd insisted that she be here, then he'd know it wasn't her.