The First Mark
[A: Action, 2241 Stevens]
[Okay...okay, this is rather eerie, isn't it? He had awoken early, though it was odd that he couldn't remember falling asleep in the first place. It was also odd that though he'd been staring into a mirror for the last fifteen minutes, he didn't see any cuts from the chandelier that had come crashing down in the Manor.
The last thing he did remember, of course, was watching his aunt torture Granger, watching Potter and Weasley come barreling up from the cellar and a fight ensuing. That bloody house-elf...the chandelier...Potter taking his wand.
But when he woke up this morning, it didn't take more than three seconds to realize this wasn't the Manor, and it looked as though nothing had occurred in the previous day. He slowly steps out of his bedroom, definitely on the prowl for some answers. He stops, sneering at the photos around the house. Who the hell were these people, and why were they posing with him as if he were their child?
It isn't until he comes across a calendar that he really starts to wonder. That can't be correct. He would have remembered if his birthday had just passed, and it was just Easter holidays.]
Impossible. [Ripping it off the wall, he spies the telephone a few feet away...
[B: Telephone, Public]
[There are a few sounds of buttons being pushed. Draco Malfoy's never used a telephone before. Stupid device, really. He's going to be speaking for a few moments, cursing under his breath without realizing he's actually now dialed a call.]
Absolute nightmare...what is this...wait until I...
[He hears something from the phone then, alerting him that he's indeed not quite as alone as he thought. Okay...let's try speaking into the device directly.]
I'd like to speak to whomever is responsible for this catastrophe. Now.
[ooc: Replies may occasionally come from hisdarkmark for icon purposes o/]
[Okay...okay, this is rather eerie, isn't it? He had awoken early, though it was odd that he couldn't remember falling asleep in the first place. It was also odd that though he'd been staring into a mirror for the last fifteen minutes, he didn't see any cuts from the chandelier that had come crashing down in the Manor.
The last thing he did remember, of course, was watching his aunt torture Granger, watching Potter and Weasley come barreling up from the cellar and a fight ensuing. That bloody house-elf...the chandelier...Potter taking his wand.
But when he woke up this morning, it didn't take more than three seconds to realize this wasn't the Manor, and it looked as though nothing had occurred in the previous day. He slowly steps out of his bedroom, definitely on the prowl for some answers. He stops, sneering at the photos around the house. Who the hell were these people, and why were they posing with him as if he were their child?
It isn't until he comes across a calendar that he really starts to wonder. That can't be correct. He would have remembered if his birthday had just passed, and it was just Easter holidays.]
Impossible. [Ripping it off the wall, he spies the telephone a few feet away...
[B: Telephone, Public]
[There are a few sounds of buttons being pushed. Draco Malfoy's never used a telephone before. Stupid device, really. He's going to be speaking for a few moments, cursing under his breath without realizing he's actually now dialed a call.]
Absolute nightmare...what is this...wait until I...
[He hears something from the phone then, alerting him that he's indeed not quite as alone as he thought. Okay...let's try speaking into the device directly.]
I'd like to speak to whomever is responsible for this catastrophe. Now.
[ooc: Replies may occasionally come from hisdarkmark for icon purposes o/]