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I'm stealing this, almost verbatim, from lily22, because this is a brilliant idea. You can see her original post here.
http://community.livejournal.com/livelongnmarry/157646.html
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http://community.livejournal.com/livelongnmarry/157646.html
Offer: A drabble of no fewer than 100 words but likely longer, to be written as soon as you request. If you're ( Read more... )
Know Your History
“I’m not even supposed to be here,” whispered Draco, trying very, very hard not to panic.
The man tied next to him gave him a sympathetic smile. “I don’t think any of us really counted on ending up here, lad,” he said.
The tumbrel gave a lurch as one of its wheel caught in a groove between the cobblestones. Draco gritted his teeth. “I don’t mean that,” he said. “What year is this, anyway?”
“1790,” said the stranger, raising an eyebrow. “Should it not be?”
“Trouble with a Time-Turner,” said Draco. “Never trust anything you find in a Parisian pawn shop, that’s what my father always said.”
“Time-Turner?” said the stranger with what might have been a laugh. “Gads! I do believe some might say you’ve just broken the International Statute of Secrecy! For all you know, I might have turned out to be a Muggle.”
“A Mug-you mean-you’re not?” Draco gaped. “You can help me! They’ve taken my wand, and they think I’m an aristo, and I need to get back to 1998!” He paused, realizing how frantic he sounded, and collected himself. “That is, I don’t want to keep Mother waiting. She’ll worry, and after everything that’s happened this year, it won’t be good for her health.”
“Lud love me,” muttered the stranger, “that’s as good a reason as any to escape, I daresay.”
“Do you have a wand?” asked Draco.
The stranger straightened up, his lazy blue eyes shining with mirth. “What do you take me for, lad? Of course I have a wand.”
“Then get us out of here!” Draco demanded.
“You, me, and the five other poor sods in here with us,” affirmed the stranger. “But if you’ll just be patient, I’d like to wait until we’re in the square. I have this reputation for disappearing under the noses of hundreds of people, you see. Wouldn’t want to disappoint.”
“You have a reputation?” said Draco dubiously.
The stranger grinned secretively at him, and though his hands were tied, he somehow produced a small slip of paper, angling it upward so that Draco could see what was on it.
It was a small scarlet flower.
Draco blinked. “Is that some kind of code?” he said, utterly unimpressed.
The stranger looked slightly disappointed, but recovered himself in a matter of moments. “It’s much more than that,” he said in an expansive, gallant voice. “Just wait until we turn into the square, my lad. Just you wait.”
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