RP: A Day at the Park
Who: Draco Malfoy, Tonks
What: Draco visits a park and observes the animals-- er, Muggles, and Tonks sees him. Curious what her brat of a cousin is up to, she follows.
Where: London
When: early afternoon, October 20. (backdated)
Status: Incomplete
Draco had moved back into the Manor and things had settled down. Strangely, being home had allowed him to relax a bit, and his progress was picking up. He was even surprising himself how much better he was doing now. He had been focusing on two things. Apparation, and Occlumency. And narrowing his focus to those two things, he was beginning to think he'd gained competency in both.
Still, he'd been spending so much time at the manor that he was beginning to feel like a recluse. He had to get out. Soon. Now.
Too bad Pansy wasn't around. She could always be counted on to go shopping, which, granted, he hated, but would still get him out. Or for a drink. Or even just to be a target, letting him irritate her until she snapped and they had a bit of a row. Something. Anything.
He realized he was working himself into a bit of a depression and needed to stop it.
I think I might practice my Apparation, he thought, nodding slightly to himself. He dressed quickly, choosing dark, inconspicuous, though well made clothing, and laced on a pair of Dragonhide boots.
Where to go? he wondered, before hitting on the idea of Muggle London. He would be safe there. No one would expect to find him amidst the Muggles. Nor should they. Which is why that would be the best place for him to go lose himself for a time.
Father is always saying I should learn whatever I can about my enemies, and... while I'm starting to think there is little point in randomly slaughtering them, they are the enemy. I should know a bit more about them. Besides... there's always the possibility that I might someday have to... disappear. And no one would look for me there....
Decision made, Draco Apparated to London to lose himself in the great, seething mass of Muggle humanity, quickly exiting the alley he'd arrived in and stepping out into the throng, letting the herd carrying him along with them, a stick caught in the current.
As he was carried along, he saw a patch of green, and moved through the crowd toward it, tired of being jostled. He saw it was a park, and worked harder to reach it. Finally, he broke free of the stream of people and entered the grassy area, hearing shrieks coming from the other side of a small hill. He moved towards them, finding a large wooden structure covered with... children. Screaming children, but apparently screaming in fun and approval, not agony.
Seeing an empty bench, Draco moved to claim it, sitting regally on the painted wood, and watched the ever-moving group of youngsters in front of him.
Amused at their antics, he smiled and leaned back, until one of them shrieked... high pitched at long... and it sounded so terribly, horribly like the screaming child he'd been forced to watch Fenrir eat. Starting violently, he jerked back to the present, and started to leave.
What: Draco visits a park and observes the animals-- er, Muggles, and Tonks sees him. Curious what her brat of a cousin is up to, she follows.
Where: London
When: early afternoon, October 20. (backdated)
Status: Incomplete
Draco had moved back into the Manor and things had settled down. Strangely, being home had allowed him to relax a bit, and his progress was picking up. He was even surprising himself how much better he was doing now. He had been focusing on two things. Apparation, and Occlumency. And narrowing his focus to those two things, he was beginning to think he'd gained competency in both.
Still, he'd been spending so much time at the manor that he was beginning to feel like a recluse. He had to get out. Soon. Now.
Too bad Pansy wasn't around. She could always be counted on to go shopping, which, granted, he hated, but would still get him out. Or for a drink. Or even just to be a target, letting him irritate her until she snapped and they had a bit of a row. Something. Anything.
He realized he was working himself into a bit of a depression and needed to stop it.
I think I might practice my Apparation, he thought, nodding slightly to himself. He dressed quickly, choosing dark, inconspicuous, though well made clothing, and laced on a pair of Dragonhide boots.
Where to go? he wondered, before hitting on the idea of Muggle London. He would be safe there. No one would expect to find him amidst the Muggles. Nor should they. Which is why that would be the best place for him to go lose himself for a time.
Father is always saying I should learn whatever I can about my enemies, and... while I'm starting to think there is little point in randomly slaughtering them, they are the enemy. I should know a bit more about them. Besides... there's always the possibility that I might someday have to... disappear. And no one would look for me there....
Decision made, Draco Apparated to London to lose himself in the great, seething mass of Muggle humanity, quickly exiting the alley he'd arrived in and stepping out into the throng, letting the herd carrying him along with them, a stick caught in the current.
As he was carried along, he saw a patch of green, and moved through the crowd toward it, tired of being jostled. He saw it was a park, and worked harder to reach it. Finally, he broke free of the stream of people and entered the grassy area, hearing shrieks coming from the other side of a small hill. He moved towards them, finding a large wooden structure covered with... children. Screaming children, but apparently screaming in fun and approval, not agony.
Seeing an empty bench, Draco moved to claim it, sitting regally on the painted wood, and watched the ever-moving group of youngsters in front of him.
Amused at their antics, he smiled and leaned back, until one of them shrieked... high pitched at long... and it sounded so terribly, horribly like the screaming child he'd been forced to watch Fenrir eat. Starting violently, he jerked back to the present, and started to leave.