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(OOM and IM: A father dies, and the son mourns.)
La Roi Est Mort, Viva La Roi.
Draco has become the last of the Malfoy line. Instead of his usual work schedule, he had spent the day out back in the cold winter air. He would have flown, but his heart wasn't into it. Instead, he climbed up a tree, and sat up there for some hours. Watching the light change over the lake and mountains as the sun set, and the moon and stars began appearing over head. It was chilly, but he figured he was bundled up enough. Also, he really didn't care right now.
La Roi Est Mort, Viva La Roi.
Draco has become the last of the Malfoy line. Instead of his usual work schedule, he had spent the day out back in the cold winter air. He would have flown, but his heart wasn't into it. Instead, he climbed up a tree, and sat up there for some hours. Watching the light change over the lake and mountains as the sun set, and the moon and stars began appearing over head. It was chilly, but he figured he was bundled up enough. Also, he really didn't care right now.