RP: Eye of newt and toe of frog...
Date: 1 July, 1998
Characters: Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger
Location: Diagon Alley
Status: Semi-Private
Summary: Draco is in need of potions ingredients to replenish his stores
Completion: Complete
He'd forced himself to leave the house on Saturday, simply because he was out of potions ingredients, and wanted to replace the salves in the cupboards that he'd used, and thus, hopefully escape the notice of his mother. He had no desire to mention his ordeal, such as it was, to anyone. They would either mother him, or scoff and say that he deserved it. Either situation was undesirable.
Despite the shade that still darkened one of his eyes inconspicuously, and the slight bloodshottedness of said eye, he had dared going out on the street. He didn't suppose that anyone would get close enough to notice the difference, or be observant enough if they did; they'd have their red tinted spectacles on, after all.
The thought of spectacles steeled him. The last thing his mother needed, three days before his father's trial, and considering his disability, was to know that her son had been attacked. It was just another secret that he would have to keep.
He wondered, restlessly, whether Rita Skeeter's proposed interview would help or hinder in regards to such consideration. Her words were strong; their effect reverberated out through the wizarding world. If she condemned him, he would be looking at worse than a few bruises, he was sure of it.
Diagon Alley was busy when he apparated there. Such was the trouble with Saturday visits, when most people had time off work to do their shopping, before the shops had their day off on Sunday. He sneered at the first person to walk into him and moved on down the street. He'd do better off in the Diagon Alley apothecary. Showing his head in Knockturn Alley these days would either be asking for trouble, or signing himself up for an entire life spent running errands and making coffee.
He had no intention of spending his life in this repetitve strain. He would succeed, one day.
While he was here...maybe he should trop into Flourish and Blotts, and pick up the Muggle Studies textbooks. It wouldn't make up for not having taken the class, but it would certainly impress Andromeda - something that would be critical in breaking out of his groove.
He pushed open the door and slipped up the stairs, disappearing into the rows of bookshelves, not at all interested in being assailed by a clerk, lest he get questioned about what kind of book he was looking for. He wouldn't tell the truth, and would probably end up going home with a book he didn't need, in order to cover up. Not a good idea, considering that he had only a small purse for the time being.
Characters: Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger
Location: Diagon Alley
Status: Semi-Private
Summary: Draco is in need of potions ingredients to replenish his stores
Completion: Complete
He'd forced himself to leave the house on Saturday, simply because he was out of potions ingredients, and wanted to replace the salves in the cupboards that he'd used, and thus, hopefully escape the notice of his mother. He had no desire to mention his ordeal, such as it was, to anyone. They would either mother him, or scoff and say that he deserved it. Either situation was undesirable.
Despite the shade that still darkened one of his eyes inconspicuously, and the slight bloodshottedness of said eye, he had dared going out on the street. He didn't suppose that anyone would get close enough to notice the difference, or be observant enough if they did; they'd have their red tinted spectacles on, after all.
The thought of spectacles steeled him. The last thing his mother needed, three days before his father's trial, and considering his disability, was to know that her son had been attacked. It was just another secret that he would have to keep.
He wondered, restlessly, whether Rita Skeeter's proposed interview would help or hinder in regards to such consideration. Her words were strong; their effect reverberated out through the wizarding world. If she condemned him, he would be looking at worse than a few bruises, he was sure of it.
Diagon Alley was busy when he apparated there. Such was the trouble with Saturday visits, when most people had time off work to do their shopping, before the shops had their day off on Sunday. He sneered at the first person to walk into him and moved on down the street. He'd do better off in the Diagon Alley apothecary. Showing his head in Knockturn Alley these days would either be asking for trouble, or signing himself up for an entire life spent running errands and making coffee.
He had no intention of spending his life in this repetitve strain. He would succeed, one day.
While he was here...maybe he should trop into Flourish and Blotts, and pick up the Muggle Studies textbooks. It wouldn't make up for not having taken the class, but it would certainly impress Andromeda - something that would be critical in breaking out of his groove.
He pushed open the door and slipped up the stairs, disappearing into the rows of bookshelves, not at all interested in being assailed by a clerk, lest he get questioned about what kind of book he was looking for. He wouldn't tell the truth, and would probably end up going home with a book he didn't need, in order to cover up. Not a good idea, considering that he had only a small purse for the time being.