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[the Dreamberry is propped up against something, offering a view of Draco's side. It's an interesting sort of angle - he's clearly set it up purposefully, but there's something not quite right about the angle. He sits at a grand piano in what looks to be the foyer of Malfoy Manor, fingers poised over the keys before he begins to play a concerto recognisably done by Mozart.
[His eyes are focused elsewhere, rather than at the sheet music before him, or at the the keys themselves - he's been playing for too long to have to look at his fingers any longer. He hits the wrong note, and frowns, tapping the one beside it. Still wrong. Slowly, his fingers run over the ivory keys, thoughtfully - as if he's reading the keys themselves; a frown tugs at his brows, and he gives up, dropping one hand heavily onto the keys for a loud discordant chord before he fumbles for the Dreamberry again, snapping it off.
[Good afternoon, Somarium. Draco Malfoy is alive and blind.]
[His eyes are focused elsewhere, rather than at the sheet music before him, or at the the keys themselves - he's been playing for too long to have to look at his fingers any longer. He hits the wrong note, and frowns, tapping the one beside it. Still wrong. Slowly, his fingers run over the ivory keys, thoughtfully - as if he's reading the keys themselves; a frown tugs at his brows, and he gives up, dropping one hand heavily onto the keys for a loud discordant chord before he fumbles for the Dreamberry again, snapping it off.
[Good afternoon, Somarium. Draco Malfoy is alive and blind.]