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Chapter 2 - Wonderfully Wrong
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Instead of the green forest he was used to there were building that reached the heavens. The colors ranged from a dull brown and beige to colorful ( mostly signs that said 'open' and 'closed'). The streets were crowded with many people making it the perfect place for them to hide in.
Draco had to shove many people out of his way constantly asking them to 'watch where they were going'. While Blaise had to apologize in his steed at the innocent people.
It took him a while to grasp onto the rules of the city. The most difficult being to move out of the way for others and not pick fights every five minutes they continued.
Draco was grateful to have Blaise and Pansy support him , not that he would admit to either of them.
Draco looked forward and tried his best not to be intimidated by the unusual world he was in right now. He suddenly, well, will always hate the situation he found himself in. This would not have happened if it weren't for those stupid Gryffindor's.
If only they had planned further. If only they had escaped or planned an evacuation before hand. If only they had listened. Too many it's ran through his head. Draco often wondered too much. This overthinking would get to him. Such a bad habit he would never grow out of. Many have often pointed it out. As much as he had tried to outgrow it, it seemed as of it would always come back.
He hummed a bit, and looked around more at the people and the building's that greatly differed from his own. Immediately, his mood dropped. The reminder that he had lost many. That he had to leave his people behind and find what was left. Which was a broken and sorrowful sight of Slytherin's.
Again, he was haunted by the voices of his people in his head. Perhaps he would do something about this, but for now patience.
"Do we turn a right here or do we continue forward?" Draco flicked his hand slightly forward and looked at Blaise.
Blaise was oddly passive about this situation. But Draco knew him better than anyone else in the entire world. He was just simple advisor in the pack that would help him make decisions. His dark skin was littered in scars from the weeks they had been followed.
