Draco's Unpopping! Open RP...

[littlestmalfoy.livejournal.com]

When Draco woke up his first thought was that he'd fallen asleep in the Room of Requirement again, and that he'd rather die or be turned back into a ferret or re-sorted into Hufflepuff than have to look at that stupid vanishing cabinet any more.

Well. Maybe not the Hufflepuff bit.

Then he remembered that Dumbledore was dead, and he wasn't sure whether to be relieved or terrified. He hadn't done it. The Dark Lord... his parents...

Then he opened his eyes and realised that he'd gone mad, because he was in a room full of giant popcorn kernels lovingly kept in glass cases like they were treasured heirlooms. Also he tasted of salt and smelled weird.

This is what happened when they told sixteen-year-old boys to kill powerful wizards on the pain of death, Draco told himself as he struggled to his feet. They went mental. They started hallucinating. Or maybe the Dark Lord had found out that Snape had been the one to kill Dumbledore, and he'd set Bellatrix on him because let's face it, being a failed Death Eater was MUCH more important than being someone's NEPHEW, and now he was disowned and sharing a ward with those idiot Longbottoms. That pretty much seemed like the only way Draco's life could get any worse.

With a frustrated snarl, he headed for the door.

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[ermioni.livejournal.com]

Hermione's urge to smack the little git was rising further. "Leave my family out of this, Malfoy," she spat, stepping forwards. "They might be muggles, but they're not murderers like you." she smiled deviously. "You couldn't even do that right."