"Is m-master alright?" One of their many houselves apparate down the hall from where Draco stood, its silhouette barely noticeable in the darkness.
No, not ours, the Dark Lord's, he spits; the bitterness is tangible on the tip of his tongue.
He doesn't even know her name.
The little creature is limping on its right leg and wringing her arms in front of her in fear, as if she's already preparing to punish herself for having the gall to even speak to him.
The lack of light couldn't hide the open gash that ran along the entire length of her tiny arm and Draco found himself staring, feeling the urge to vomit again as memories of once finding the utmost pleasure of bringing down hell on her kind flood his entire being.
He dismisses her with a wave of his hand and she vanishes, not wasting another second.
The air feels thick and dead once more. Draco Malfoy is alone. Then again, he always has been.
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A/N:
Alrighty kiddos. Hope ya'll enjoyed the crumbs I'm feeding you. See you guys in two months.
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