dream • 018
Warnings • none.
Effects • growing anxiety and nervousness.
[and Draco wakes up.
[It's clear from the scewed angle of the Dreamberry that he doesn't look precisely well; he's mentally cursing Harry's name for giving him that deathly cold. He merely ducks his head beneath the covers, and the feed eventually ends.]
Effects • growing anxiety and nervousness.
- It cuts to a scene of Draco sitting with his mother in the new Malfoy Manor - with all the elements of the one back home, but without the blood metaphorically staining the walls - both of them speaking, though nothing is heard. It's a very calm moment. Soothing, almost.
Thunder cracks outside, but neither of them pays it any heed - they're both comfortable in their home, and with each other. Their conversation goes on unheard, drowned out now by the thunder and the sound of rain outside. The interior of the parlour seems to flicker into a less warm environment - it resembles more closely what it looked and felt like while Voldemort had resided within its walls in Wiltshire. The setting is slowly changing, though neither Draco nor Narcissa seems to notice; their conversation goes on.
Draco glances down to a teacup in his lap, swirling the amber liquid around porcelain confines. When he looks back up, his mother is gone, replaced with a figure shrouded in a dark cloak. Perhaps it's the Dark Lord, perhaps it's merely someone else: regardless of whom it is, it's obvious that Draco is disconcerted by their presence.
He rises, the teacup clattering to the floor; it smashes on impact, tea soaking into the hardwood. There is no sound, but the other figure is speaking, and Draco grows even more nervous.
The figure gives a wicked grin, visible even in the dark.
[and Draco wakes up.
[It's clear from the scewed angle of the Dreamberry that he doesn't look precisely well; he's mentally cursing Harry's name for giving him that deathly cold. He merely ducks his head beneath the covers, and the feed eventually ends.]