Settling in [open]
Characters: Draco, anyone (multiple threads welcome)
Time: Late afternoon
Location: Lobby area of the Hard Rock
Content: Still brooding about the mad place he ended up in, and now already owes a favour.
Format: Poster's choice
Warnings: Fantastical racism, snark, and actions of a slightly less pompous git.
Draco didn't understand why there was some scorch marks in some places, but the rest was intact. Of course one of the upstairs suites remained available and the wizard pounced on it. He tried using charms to further expand the space, but it didn't work properly. Plus it left him exhausted for a few days following the attempt. He didn't like this, didn't like how magic worked here. How it even felt. And the mirrors were far creepier here than they ever were at home. At least there they'd only comment on how striking you were. (Only because his family could afford the well charmed versions of course.)
He missed his parents, though he didn't miss the Manor that much. It was home, but the Dark Lord poisoned any pleasant associations with it for now. Possibly forever.
He sighed and poked his wand at his tea to reheat and fill it again. At least he didn't have to completely live like a paltry muggle.