As Draco walked through the apocalyptic town of L'manberg, trying to understand what had become of it, he noticed someone else walking through the town. He squinted, trying to get a better look. The person was a little ways away, standing behind a large hole in the ground that was blocking the path in front of Draco. From what he could see, they looked about 6'7 with curly hair and in a kind of soft-boy outfit. "British" Draco said, as he began to walk towards the man. As he got closer, he realized he had pretty good eyesight. It was indeed a British man, tall, skinny and pasty white, just like Draco. Except Draco is about 5'9 and more of a dark academia type than soft boy. Unfortunately British, either way. "Excuse me, hello!" He called out. The man looked towards Draco, noticing him for the first time.
"Hey! Where am I? What is this place?" Draco continued, shouting across the hole.
"You're in a bad place, my friend! Who are you?" The man responded. His voice was slightly deep and he had a very heavy Brighton accent.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Draco said to himself, feeling frustrated.
All he did was go to sleep in his mansion, all snuggled up in his blanket until he finally drifted into a dream (aha). But this was more like a nightmare, and one he wanted out of. Everything was square and cell shaded, and he only got like 29 fps.
He looked at the whole between him and the man, and decided to Apparate across it. In an instant, he stood in front of the strange man, startling him. "Whoa! I didn't know you can tp! Who gave you op?" The other British said, with a surprised but excited look on his face. "Malfoy. Draco Malfoy." Draco Said, introducing himself. "Oh... who's that? Did they just join the server or something?" The curly haired lad asked. Draco was not excited. "I'm Draco Malfoy. Who the hell are you?" The man seemed a bit put off by Draco's attitude, but replied anyway. "Wilbur Soot's my name. You might've heard of my band Lovejo-" "Where am I?!" Draco cut him off, getting annoyed. "You're in L'manberg, twat. Or what's left of it at least." Wilbur sighed. He started to walk away from the angry blonde. "But where is that at? Like, am I near Hogwarts at all? I haven't even heard of this place, nor any Soot family around." "Bro this isn't Harry Potter, you must have joined the wrong server." Wilbur turned to answer, a slight smile of amusement on his face. "Harry Potter? You know him? You know him, but not me?!" Draco huffed and looked around. I hate it here even more.
"Well, if you head that direction you might find some more people, maybe some who could even tolerate you. See ya!" Wilbur pointed behind him towards an oak forest, and started to walk east of that. Draco stood there, off put by the curly man. "Must be a poor part of England." He sighed and started heading towards the forest.
