dream • 006

[mudbloodhater]

Warnings • scrawny Prefects in their undergarments.
Dream Effects • nervousness, and then undying embarrassment.

[static seems to sizzle throughout, rarely doing much more than block out the odd word.] For some reason, Draco had butterflies in his stomach. It was that bloody comedy show, he knew that much; just around the corner, and then it would all be over with. Maybe someone would laugh, too.

Takuma's voice rang in his ears, familiar and nearby, as the curtains parted. A massive Baroque theatre that reminded him a bit of the manor back home. At least that part was comforting. He tried to calm himself - inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale. It was no more horrifying than his OWL exams.

Laughter filled his ears, and a sneer twitched to his lips. Neither Takuma nor he had begun to speak yet. Yet, as he glanced over to his comedic partner-in-crime, he noticed that even he was laughing.

A brief glance down told him all he needed to know -- [the dream cuts out, static finally blocking it out entirely.]

"There is no sodding way I'm performing."

Draco promptly rolled over, pulling his covers back up over his head.