I etched the only words my brain could muster before I switched it off and dawned on a mask. Cold. Calculated. Turns out if you turn it off and pretend you don't feel anything, you stop actually feeling
Just Survive Somehow
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I threw the paper into the fire, watching it catch and then disintegrate within seconds, the ink melting and dripping onto the coal like blood.
The dorm was empty, half the students leaving after the Hogwarts express attack and the kidnapping of Luna. Many too scared to come back wearing the green colour of the enemy, while some simply left with the intent to join the death eaters: in allegiance or a plan to simply survive I didn't know.
After Christmas Draco left quickly and without a fuss, his head set on going back and making sure that he stayed alive, the necklace becoming my anchor without him actually here.
Looking at the articles written about him made my stomach churn, perhaps he was doing all of they things and was he really following Bellatrix like that? So openly, so willing to be a dog.
or was he simply surviving. Ensuring he stays alive long enough to find out if Harry or Voldemort would win.
The newspaper crackled and fizzed, the moving image of the train pixelating and then fizzing eventually staying still and not moving the smoke from the train becoming a reality as the final splinters of the paper burned and turned to ash, the fire hungry and eager for more.
I had, for a better term, given up with school completely and had resorted to wandering the hallways hoping to dodge the Carrow's and all known professors.
Only being caught twice in the past two weeks simply from foolish heavy footing resulting in a black eye and a cut lip. My earphones, remained intact, working and hidden in my robe pocket the entire beating. A point I had given myself on my imaginary scoreboard. Amycus- three. Me- two.
My second point being earned by simply knowing that I had a plan on how I was going to kill him when this was all over. Painfully and mercilessly. Draco should approve. And if he didn't, it sounded like a Draco problem.
My stomach grumbled, the lack of eating 3 meals a day taking a toll on me as I stretched, feeling my bones resisting as I walked towards the dorm door. Food finally being agreed and my hand pulling the common room door open.
If Draco Malfoy was surviving in a pit of snakes, then I would make sure I Survive too.
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*Draco POV*
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