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Characters: Draco Malfoy and June Connors
Location: Three Broomsticks
Date: Friday, April 18, 2002
Time: 2pm
Rating:PG?
Draco entered the Three Broomsticks at precisely 2pm. He'd worn a light cloak, allowing it to flow as he walked. It was warming now, and he felt no need to block out the spring air. The tavern was fairly empty, and a quick glance proved June wasn't there. He shrugged to himself, then smirked and found a table near the door, but not too close. She would be able to find him there.
The last few weeks had been rough, though certainly the last two since Severus was gone as well had been worse. He wasn't sure what to say to his father regarding Daphne, and his mother was no help. No matter what they said, all he heard was that he was young and what did it matter. It mattered to him.
With an almost audible groan, he shoved the thoughts aside. He was coming here to talk to his friend. He needed just that, a friend. NEver mind any embarrassing moments that might have arisen the last full. He shook his head, ordered some butterbeer, no sense in getting pissed before June arrived. After, there would be plenty of time.
He settled in and watched the door.
As the time passed, Draco became somewhat irritable, and more than a little concerned. He pulled a small inkwell from his pockets and a quill. Scratching a hasty note in his journal, he sat and waited more.
At 3pm, he checked a fob watch, he closed the book, left a handful of coins on the table and left, apparating outside Spinner's End. It was cooler here, but Draco hardly noticed as he stormed to the house.
June had been excited, had wanted to see him for almost a month now. It was completely unfathomable that she wouldn't at least send him a message. Had it been any other person, he'd have written them a scathing commentary, but for her, something didn't feel right. She'd even come to the Manor to spend time with him.
He pounded on the wooden door, hoping someone would answer it. With Severus and Remus gone, Draco felt odly obligated to be concerned for her well-being.
You sure it isn't something more?
He forced the thought away as he attempted to calm himself.
Location: Three Broomsticks
Date: Friday, April 18, 2002
Time: 2pm
Rating:PG?
Draco entered the Three Broomsticks at precisely 2pm. He'd worn a light cloak, allowing it to flow as he walked. It was warming now, and he felt no need to block out the spring air. The tavern was fairly empty, and a quick glance proved June wasn't there. He shrugged to himself, then smirked and found a table near the door, but not too close. She would be able to find him there.
The last few weeks had been rough, though certainly the last two since Severus was gone as well had been worse. He wasn't sure what to say to his father regarding Daphne, and his mother was no help. No matter what they said, all he heard was that he was young and what did it matter. It mattered to him.
With an almost audible groan, he shoved the thoughts aside. He was coming here to talk to his friend. He needed just that, a friend. NEver mind any embarrassing moments that might have arisen the last full. He shook his head, ordered some butterbeer, no sense in getting pissed before June arrived. After, there would be plenty of time.
He settled in and watched the door.
As the time passed, Draco became somewhat irritable, and more than a little concerned. He pulled a small inkwell from his pockets and a quill. Scratching a hasty note in his journal, he sat and waited more.
At 3pm, he checked a fob watch, he closed the book, left a handful of coins on the table and left, apparating outside Spinner's End. It was cooler here, but Draco hardly noticed as he stormed to the house.
June had been excited, had wanted to see him for almost a month now. It was completely unfathomable that she wouldn't at least send him a message. Had it been any other person, he'd have written them a scathing commentary, but for her, something didn't feel right. She'd even come to the Manor to spend time with him.
He pounded on the wooden door, hoping someone would answer it. With Severus and Remus gone, Draco felt odly obligated to be concerned for her well-being.
You sure it isn't something more?
He forced the thought away as he attempted to calm himself.