Post by christopher on Jul 17, 2005 16:10:29 GMT -5
((Since I'm going to be gone for the quazee, I'm posting this now, ahead of time))
Draco Malfoy. His hair was now died a dark raven black to prevent notice. His icy blues were colored brown with contact lenses. He needed to walk the streets without being noticed, that much was certain. He was a deatheater now. He lived for the Dark Lord and the Dark Lord alone. Only a few self inflicted scars running along his pale arm told the truth about who he was, and Draco could hide those.
Draco awoke in his house, Malfoy Manor. His eyes scanned the his room, with it's green silk fabric and lush black velvets. He sat up and pulled his contacts from the bedside table. He pushed the things in to his eyes, blinking quickly. "f**k."he muttered, he never really got used to those things. He sighed, getting out of bed. He pulled on some black dress robes and black shoes. He pushed his new wand in to his pocket. He had bought a new one to be less suspicious. He had to say that this one was a whole lot better.
There was a knock at the door and Draco ran a hand quickly through his hair. "Yes?"he said. A small house elf came in, it's eyes wide when it saw Draco. "Sir....the mistress requests an audience with you in the drawing room."it whimpered. "Very well,"Draco said with a scowl. "May I get sir a cup of tea?"it said. "No, that will be all,"Draco scoffed. He quickly brushed his hair back and walked through the halls.
Draco came to the drawing room, which was rickly decorated, to find his mother there. Narcissa Malfoy. "Yes, mother?"he said. "Draco, the Dark Lord has requested that you start attending the meetings. You're a full fledged deatheater now, son." Draco narrowed his eyes. "Thank you, mother."he said, his voice low.
Draco left the room and continued out in to the gardens. He sighed as he walked through the rows of flowers. It was amazing how he could be living in such beauty and only feel darkness, but perhaps that was a side effect of having the dark mark. Just looking at the tatoo on his arm made Draco feel darker. Like he could kill and actually be okay with it. And then his consciense kicked in and told him just how bad he was being.
He had a mental checklist going:
- Attend DE meetings at once
-Get a better disguise for the time being
- Get rid of conscience
-Help get father out of jail
- Move out of the house
Those were only some one Draco's goals. The rest would come when Draco was granted an audience with his new master. Lord Voldemort.
Draco Malfoy. His hair was now died a dark raven black to prevent notice. His icy blues were colored brown with contact lenses. He needed to walk the streets without being noticed, that much was certain. He was a deatheater now. He lived for the Dark Lord and the Dark Lord alone. Only a few self inflicted scars running along his pale arm told the truth about who he was, and Draco could hide those.
Draco awoke in his house, Malfoy Manor. His eyes scanned the his room, with it's green silk fabric and lush black velvets. He sat up and pulled his contacts from the bedside table. He pushed the things in to his eyes, blinking quickly. "f**k."he muttered, he never really got used to those things. He sighed, getting out of bed. He pulled on some black dress robes and black shoes. He pushed his new wand in to his pocket. He had bought a new one to be less suspicious. He had to say that this one was a whole lot better.
There was a knock at the door and Draco ran a hand quickly through his hair. "Yes?"he said. A small house elf came in, it's eyes wide when it saw Draco. "Sir....the mistress requests an audience with you in the drawing room."it whimpered. "Very well,"Draco said with a scowl. "May I get sir a cup of tea?"it said. "No, that will be all,"Draco scoffed. He quickly brushed his hair back and walked through the halls.
Draco came to the drawing room, which was rickly decorated, to find his mother there. Narcissa Malfoy. "Yes, mother?"he said. "Draco, the Dark Lord has requested that you start attending the meetings. You're a full fledged deatheater now, son." Draco narrowed his eyes. "Thank you, mother."he said, his voice low.
Draco left the room and continued out in to the gardens. He sighed as he walked through the rows of flowers. It was amazing how he could be living in such beauty and only feel darkness, but perhaps that was a side effect of having the dark mark. Just looking at the tatoo on his arm made Draco feel darker. Like he could kill and actually be okay with it. And then his consciense kicked in and told him just how bad he was being.
He had a mental checklist going:
- Attend DE meetings at once
-Get a better disguise for the time being
- Get rid of conscience
-Help get father out of jail
- Move out of the house
Those were only some one Draco's goals. The rest would come when Draco was granted an audience with his new master. Lord Voldemort.