The MasterMinds

The Wooden Structure: Malfoy P.O.V.

        Malfoy ducked out the door of his school and merged with the crowd of students. His eyes scanned the crowd of bobbing heads. They settled on a dirty blonde wearing headphones. Malfoy immediately began pushing his way through the crowd to get to the blonde. Just as he was close enough the blonde pulled his hood up and ducked. Weaving his way through the crowd he disappeared from Malfoy's sight. Malfoy ground his teeth together and then pushed his way in the direction the blonde had gone. His hand closed around the pencil in the pocket of his hoodie. He ran his thumb over the lead vigorously as he left the crowd. A few more steps and he would leave the school campus.

         He began to speed walk, his shoulders hunched to keep in the heat, and his hands white from squeezing the pencil in his pocket. Out of the corner of his eye he caught sight of the shady person ducking into an alley. He shook his head angrily and picked up his pace, veering into the alley himself. Then he glared as the person jumped the wall at the back of the alley. He strode up to the wall and looked around. Dragging the crate the person had used, he stepped onto it. Then he tried to jump to the top. He fell. He grunted from the impact and rolled over onto his stomach. He lay there for a few seconds seething, and then clambered back up. He spotted another crate and stacked it. Then he pulled a discarded piece of cardboard and folded it. Placing it against the two crates he used it to help keep his balance. Then he rubbed his hands together, watching his breaths coming out foggy, and then rolled his shoulders and jumped.

        His hand caught on to the top of the wall and he dangled there. Grunting from the effort he pushed his other hand up and then hung suspended from the wall. He was NOT athletic. Doing a painful pull up he teetered on the edge of the wall before crashing onto to the other side. Thankfully on a springy mattress which the person must have left. He pushed the mattress to the side and continued. A few more turns and... Malfoy stopped at the wooden house.

         It wasn't even finished yet. Construction workers had begun a project of building a house on the empty plot of land but had stopped. It was labeled "FAILED Project." Now all that was left was the skeleton of what was supposed to be a house. He bent under a hanging piece of wood and stepped up to the door. He raised his hand and faltered. Then he knocked three times firmly. There was no answer. He waited in the cold evening for about five minutes before angrily knocking again. The door shook slightly from the force. He stood there, his breath foggy, before pulling the pencil from his pocket absentmindedly and snapping it. The pencil fell to the ground, broken. Then the door opened with a bang. 

"What?!"