[the sound of fingers sliding up and down against the device, including pressing the assortment of buttons before he's sure that something on it must be working and a pale, slightly pointed face comes into view. It's quite obvious that he's unhappy as his face is twisted into a dark scowl and he's tapping on the device with what looks like a stick
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Aunt Bellatrix?
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[Merlin's teat, the horror - it's almost palpable. He doesn't know. Doesn't know where he is or how he's gotten here. Disorienting side effects of this bloody Mist, obviously. She doesn't remember being frightened herself, upon arrival, but he is, however, just a boy. And her nephew. But a fellow Death Eater, first. Her shock isn't so evident, but it's there.]
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[Stop looking around the room, Draco, we have video. She's in a room, herself, but it doesn't look like the one he's in. It looks more like what he might be accustomed to at home, give or take some dead Anatolian's decor.]
Of course it is. [Seems to have his wits, remembers her name, that's good.]
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Your family isn't here. It's just us [derisive snort] and Remus Lupin.
[...waaaiiiiit. Perhaps it was a trick. Polyjuice potion? A clever glamor? A projection of the creatures that claimed to rule this place? Her eyes narrow.]
How am I to know it's you and not some trick? I---
[Have a creeper!smile, Draco.]
[ooc: She's going to make an attempt a ( ... )
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What in Merlin's name is going on?
[he shakes his head again, crossing his arms just a little, glancing around again even as he feels the familiar sensation of his aunt creeping into his mind. He's not quite fast enough to block when he's already loosing his cool]
Of course I'm me-- who else would I be? I'm not daft enough to let someone become me.
((ooc;I assumed that since she taught him and since he's already freaking out and he hasn't had enough time to adjust to... well, anything, he'd be easy enough to get into!))
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How dare you even speak to him!? Crawl back into your hole, Lupin, your [yeah, spitting this word out] aid is not welcome here.
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Surely you can stay out of things that don't concern you, dog. [The 'or else' is implied.]
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Who in Merlin's name are you?
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My name's Hope. Estheim.
I'm someone else who wound up here without knowing how, but-- well, the whole thing is a lot to take in. Are you okay?
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Obviously I'm not bloody okay, I've been taken Merlin knows where and everyone in this place seems to be completely mental.
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[It sucks. To get sucked. Throug a Door. Derp.]
And the door's not locked, so you can go outside if you want, but it's probably not a good idea. A-are you hurt?
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Nice try, but I wasn't near a bloody door so there's no way someone like me would get pulled through one.
[he pauses for a second, it's weird to have someone strange asking after him like that]
Of course I'm hurt! I'm Merlin knows where and I've been bloody well kidnapped from the manor and I could be fatally wounded for all I know!
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You're bonkers, aren't you? Am I in St. Mungo's, then?
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What the hell is St. Mungo? Sounds like a bad fruit.
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