Post by Draco Malfoy on Dec 28, 2005 19:29:39 GMT -5
Draco Malfoy inhaled the smoke from the hand-rolled cigarettes, taking a quick look around. He thought he'd heard something, but brushed it off. He usually used this small clearing for his smoking break, it was right on the edge of the forest and deep enough for no one to see if they were walking by, but not deep enough to attract any really dangerous creatures.
He blew the smoke over his head and stared at the tree branches above him. This place was always dark, no matter what time of day. It was kind of annoying... yet a familiar feeling always came to him when in the Forbidden Forest. It was a feeling of being lost. Even if you could see a way out, you still felt like a small, lost child. Panic rose inside of you and spread like venom in the bloodstream. But he was used to it. Panic was a common emotion at home.
Smirking a bit at the relief, for the first time in a long time, of not feeling the ever-watching eyes of the Ministry hovering over him like a knat, Draco closed his eyes. Oh, it had been a long time since he'd been this relaxed. Flicking ashes from the end of the cigarette, Draco glanced around. It was odd not to see some form of beast in the forest, especially at this time. But, whatever. Maybe they were all ... fishing. That's right ... fishing.
He inhaled the cigarette again and leaned against a tree, hearing footsteps not too far away. They were coming from the lawns. Oh great... some random person was going to try and wander about the Forbidden Forest, thus ruining his cigarette break.
He blew the smoke over his head and stared at the tree branches above him. This place was always dark, no matter what time of day. It was kind of annoying... yet a familiar feeling always came to him when in the Forbidden Forest. It was a feeling of being lost. Even if you could see a way out, you still felt like a small, lost child. Panic rose inside of you and spread like venom in the bloodstream. But he was used to it. Panic was a common emotion at home.
Smirking a bit at the relief, for the first time in a long time, of not feeling the ever-watching eyes of the Ministry hovering over him like a knat, Draco closed his eyes. Oh, it had been a long time since he'd been this relaxed. Flicking ashes from the end of the cigarette, Draco glanced around. It was odd not to see some form of beast in the forest, especially at this time. But, whatever. Maybe they were all ... fishing. That's right ... fishing.
He inhaled the cigarette again and leaned against a tree, hearing footsteps not too far away. They were coming from the lawns. Oh great... some random person was going to try and wander about the Forbidden Forest, thus ruining his cigarette break.