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Date: Late night, September 26th
Status: Private - Draco, Crowley
Setting: The hospital room
Summary: Draco tells Crowley about his expedition to the demon's flat.
After he reached a sufficiently private area, Draco Apparated to boundary of the Manor grounds. He had no idea if there were anti-Apparition wards in the Manor proper, but he'd heard it labeled a place of protection and thought it wiser not to take the risk.
Draco levitated the water pistols in front of him as he walked, and used his free hand to dig in his pocket for the paper that John had slipped in there. It was a reciept from a book shop. For.... What the hell? Let There Be Lust, by Misty Moore? Crowley's enemies were clearly just as weird as his friends. Oh well, a clue is a clue. Draco put it back in his pocket, as he approached the house.
Once inside, he turned in the direction of the hospital area, but the water pistols still floating ahead of him caught his eye. Shite. Crowley should probably examine them, as they were important pieces of Evidence. But it definitely wasn't a good idea to expose him to any more holy water. Draco wondered if the pistols would be safe if he rinsed them first, but decided to stash them in his room, just in case.
After doing so, he went back downstairs and knocked on the door where Crowley and Aziraphale had been staying. "Hey, it's me, Draco!" he called out. "I've just returned from the flat, and I've got loads of things to tell you!"
Status: Private - Draco, Crowley
Setting: The hospital room
Summary: Draco tells Crowley about his expedition to the demon's flat.
After he reached a sufficiently private area, Draco Apparated to boundary of the Manor grounds. He had no idea if there were anti-Apparition wards in the Manor proper, but he'd heard it labeled a place of protection and thought it wiser not to take the risk.
Draco levitated the water pistols in front of him as he walked, and used his free hand to dig in his pocket for the paper that John had slipped in there. It was a reciept from a book shop. For.... What the hell? Let There Be Lust, by Misty Moore? Crowley's enemies were clearly just as weird as his friends. Oh well, a clue is a clue. Draco put it back in his pocket, as he approached the house.
Once inside, he turned in the direction of the hospital area, but the water pistols still floating ahead of him caught his eye. Shite. Crowley should probably examine them, as they were important pieces of Evidence. But it definitely wasn't a good idea to expose him to any more holy water. Draco wondered if the pistols would be safe if he rinsed them first, but decided to stash them in his room, just in case.
After doing so, he went back downstairs and knocked on the door where Crowley and Aziraphale had been staying. "Hey, it's me, Draco!" he called out. "I've just returned from the flat, and I've got loads of things to tell you!"