Draco’s first instinct was to find a broom closet to crawl into and cry over lost opportunities, but he knew that he didn’t have time for such things. No matter that Crowley was very angry with him, he still had to act like a responsible intern (before he lost that job) and save the day.
Draco paused for a moment, to contemplate his own tragic nobility, and then set off in a sprint towards the Manor.
The legendary Quidditch muscles that the fan girls always rave about stood him in good stead, and Draco soon reached the building that Crowley’s friend had described earlier. He flung open the doors and charged into the room, where a woman and a ghost were sitting. “Help!” he gasped. “I need help, for Crowley. He’s been injured somehow. Burned or something, in a really weird way. His friend needs help too. I don’t know what happened, but they’re in the field outside!”
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Date: 2005-08-08 11:34 pm (UTC)Draco paused for a moment, to contemplate his own tragic nobility, and then set off in a sprint towards the Manor.
The legendary Quidditch muscles that the fan girls always rave about stood him in good stead, and Draco soon reached the building that Crowley’s friend had described earlier. He flung open the doors and charged into the room, where a woman and a ghost were sitting. “Help!” he gasped. “I need help, for Crowley. He’s been injured somehow. Burned or something, in a really weird way. His friend needs help too. I don’t know what happened, but they’re in the field outside!”