Post by Draco Malfoy on Dec 28, 2005 19:59:03 GMT -5
Draco had finished an assignment that he had reluctantly sat down to do and decided to go on a little stroll afterwords. He hadn't seen much of Pansy, which he regretted. His thoughts had been on her a good deal lately since they had become more than just friends. Her image always seemed to dance in his mind even when he was trying to think of other things. Many people could probably never believe that Draco Malfoy, of all people, was in love... Or something like love. Whatever it was, it was delicious and yet haunting.
He crammed his hands deep into his pockets and wrapped the fingers of his right hand around the handle of his wand, doing it purely out of habit. Draco took slow and steady steps, kicking a small rock along as he did so. And then he grew tired of it and decided to step over the small stone and ignore its existence. This was something he had been doing to a lot of ideas and objects, stepping over them (physically or metaphorically) and pretending they didn't exist.
He came to a near-by tree and leaned against its trunk before taking out his wand and wondering what he could do to occupy his time. Even in a school of magic, one could easily become bored. Draco find someone to pick on perhaps, or maybe try doing something constructive.
Yet, as he stood there, nothing entertaining came to mind. Since the courtyard was void of other life for the time being, especially someone good to talk to, he found that there was little hope of being relieved of dull happenings about him.
He crammed his hands deep into his pockets and wrapped the fingers of his right hand around the handle of his wand, doing it purely out of habit. Draco took slow and steady steps, kicking a small rock along as he did so. And then he grew tired of it and decided to step over the small stone and ignore its existence. This was something he had been doing to a lot of ideas and objects, stepping over them (physically or metaphorically) and pretending they didn't exist.
He came to a near-by tree and leaned against its trunk before taking out his wand and wondering what he could do to occupy his time. Even in a school of magic, one could easily become bored. Draco find someone to pick on perhaps, or maybe try doing something constructive.
Yet, as he stood there, nothing entertaining came to mind. Since the courtyard was void of other life for the time being, especially someone good to talk to, he found that there was little hope of being relieved of dull happenings about him.
