Draco Malfoy, Unpopping
The sound was loud and vulgar. It sounded as if a large blemish or boil had finally come to and decided to pop. The whole experience however, wasn't as unpleasant as the sound. The air around Draco actually smelled quite good and he felt almost as if he was glowing with a strange sort of warmth.
The downfall was, of course, that he was covered in thick, sap-like butter. His robes, his embellished and expensive robes were now ruined and he doubted if he would ever smell normal again. Draco grabbed the globs and cakes of butter from where he could- it was everywhere- and struggled to get it off of his hands.
He looked around and recognized Hogwarts. These halls were hard to miss, and Draco became nervous. It wasn't about the butter, or the yellow tinge to his robes anymore, but now about why he was in Hogwarts and who was there with him. This isn't what he remembered last. This isn't what he would have planned.
This isn't the way it was supposed to be.
The downfall was, of course, that he was covered in thick, sap-like butter. His robes, his embellished and expensive robes were now ruined and he doubted if he would ever smell normal again. Draco grabbed the globs and cakes of butter from where he could- it was everywhere- and struggled to get it off of his hands.
He looked around and recognized Hogwarts. These halls were hard to miss, and Draco became nervous. It wasn't about the butter, or the yellow tinge to his robes anymore, but now about why he was in Hogwarts and who was there with him. This isn't what he remembered last. This isn't what he would have planned.
This isn't the way it was supposed to be.