Alone with your thoughts [Amelia]

[DRACO MALFOY]

Trips to Hogsmeade were a great relief to the youngest Malfoy. It was the only time he really forced himself to relax, at least somewhat. He could visit stores and laugh with his friends, buy things and try to forget about the rest of his life. Sure, his quick mind would still be buzzing with ideas and things to do and worries, but he could push all that to the back of his mind and allow it to rest there, at least until the day was over. He would put his mission on hold for a day, allow himself to perhaps slip out of the new shield he had found himself putting him. Of course, when night fell, it was back to the room of requirement, or some other secluded part of the castle to continue his work, one way or another. Whether it was just to worry more or to actually work, either had the same effect on Draco. He would be thoroughly exhausted, anxious, and feel worse then ever, but it was worth the day off. But for now, Draco didn't want to think about what he was doing later, or lack there of. He tried to focus on what he was doing that moment; walking down the path to Hogsmeade, Crabbe and Goyle at his side. He could almost imagine he was younger and knew nothing of what being a Deatheater was like yet. Almost, but not quite, for still in the corners of his mind came a soft buzzing. It reminded him of all he had to do, the things he was forced to do.

Almost as soon as they reached Hogsmeade did Crabbe and Goyle run off to Honeydukes, intent on sweets of any and all kinds. Draco, for once, didn't really feel his sweet tooth striking him anymore the usual. The Slytherin could always get some later, anyways. But for now he was headed to Three Broomsticks, hoping to find a table in the corner to relax with a butterbeer. He was hoping it would be loud, loud enough it would be hard to let his thoughts wander. As it usually was, it was a good place for Draco to start the day. He grasped his inky black cloak around him, the autumn wind seeping into his bones. Walking alone had become something of the usual for Draco, so even as he passed fellow Slytherins, or people who usually couldn't help but start an argument with him, they all left him alone. He'd probably ignored them enough thus far for people to get the hint; he didn't have time for foolish rivalries or really friendship all that much. Draco had grown used to being alone, and even if now he wouldn't mind company of any kind, he didn't mind the solitude.

When he was finally greeted by the warmth of the bar, he was surprised by how filled it was. Even more so then usual, and perhaps even a bit too full for his tastes, but he ordered himself a butterbeer nonetheless. Draco allowed his silver eyes to scan the table; almost all of them appeared to be occupied by small groups from school, or other adults visiting, but he finally spotted an empty table, near the corner and out of the way, which was perfect for his needs that day. So he took his drink and quickly maneuvered to the spot, taking a seat at the table, allowing his eyes to wander over the place, not focusing on faces but the shapes and colors and the words that morphed into white noise by the time it reached his ears. Yes, it was loud, and Draco found the buzzing growing smaller and smaller, and with it came a kind of peace he hadn't had in months.

[[OOC: Not very good, but there you have it =/ ]]

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Trips to Hogsmeade used to be fun for Amelia.

Like, they were still fun now, most of the time, but at this current moment, she was kind of hating it. Everyone was being really annoying and happy and shit. Amelia wished she had the ability to be happy, but at the moment, that was not a thing that was going to happen. She recognized the mood that she was in. Everyone around her pissed her off. The high volume of people in the Three Broomsticks made her feel claustrophobic and like she wanted to scream. Thankfully, she had found a stool at the end of the bar, and there wasn't such a high concentration of people there, so she had perched herself on that and leaned against the wall. All she wanted to do was drink so much butterbeer that she actually got drunk. Surely there had to be some alcohol in butterbeer. She had seen the effects it had taken on people who had has too much of it to drink.

But, of course, if she got drunk, a teacher would find out and scold her and put her in detention and it wouldn't even be satisfying being punished for something that had nothing to do with social justice or getting into fights with people. Life was so hard sometimes.

Still, she sipped on a butterbeer and looked around at the other people at the bar. Mostly old people with drinking problems; who else would come to a bar at two in the afternoon? There were a few students, but no one she knew. Mostly third-years or whatever, having had their fill of the candy shop.

Amelia felt a vague sense of aching in her chest, as if she really missed someone. Or maybe it was something. This was the first Hogsmeade trip of the year; maybe she missed everything in the town being new and shiny to her. Maybe she missed having friends to enjoy it with. Maybe she was having a heart attack.

She looked toward the door as it opened and in walked Draco Malfoy. Well, that was a development. He was a jerk, but he was, at the very least, more interesting than the third-years. And what was even weirder was that he was alone. Usually, he had two goons walking with him, probably because he was so thin he needed them to beat people up for him. He sulked as he walked over to the only empty table in the establishment, a grimy little thing that was dirty and far away from everyone else. That was weird.

A middle-aged creepy looking guy wedged his way into the seat next to Amelia's, made eye contact with her, and she could have sworn she saw him sniff her before ordering a shot of firewhiskey - not his first, judging by his breath. Eww. As if she wasn't already fed up with humanity in general today. Now she had to share a space with this guy. Either that or sit with some young whippersnappers and ask them to show her their new yo-yos or something.

Or sit with Malfoy.

She took one last glance at him as she stood up with her butterbeer. He looked fairly out of it. Maybe he'd just sit there and be pensive while she tried to finish her drink and get out of there.

She felt herself walk over and sit across from him. "That creep over there just tried to smell me." She said gesturing toward the place she had previously been sitting. "Do you mind if I take refuge here real quick before leaving? I'm not in the mood to argue and I'm not in the mood to listen to you get all My Family is Better Than Your Family on me. Just give me two minutes to breathe the same air as you and I'll be out of your way."

Well, that was a mouthful.

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[DRACO MALFOY]

He was just starting to feel normal again. Because that really was all that the Slytherin wanted anymore. He wanted to be normal, an average student. He hated having this weight constantly trying to drown him, he hated the fact that everyone thought he was a Deatheater, and even more hated that it was true. Most of all, Draco Malfoy hated the fact he had the Dark Mark branded on his arm, and what that meant. He had to kill. Draco was going to become a murderer, and after that, nothing would ever be the same. Even though the chances were near impossible that everything would work out after last summer, the chances of him ever having a somewhat normal life after he killed the Headmaster was impossible. The youngest Malfoy knew what would happen. He already was haunted with the thoughts of the man's dead body, with the fact that he had caused someone's death. And once he accomplished his mission, the only way out of the Deatheaters other then death was a ticket to Azkaban. He'd be forever haunted with the images of his Lord killing his parents, killing him, and the Dementors would make his life even worse. He wasn't sure if he'd be able to stand it.

But none of that was on his mind as the moment. Right now he was enjoying the taste of Butterbeer, and the chatter of people that drowning out that disgusting noise in the back of his mind that haunted him day and night. Draco was finally starting to feel at peace... and then of course a girl had to come over and start talking to him. A Gryffindor, of course, and a muggleborn at that. It wouldn't have been that bad, if she'd managed to be pleasant. But it was Draco. He himself was never pleasant, so why would anyone ever be pleasant to him? He just watched her, a bit of shock registering inside of him as she said her part. And a long part it was. She didn't let Draco get a word out as she rambled on, telling him she just wanted to sit at the table for a few moments and she didn't want to hear anything about how he and his family was better then her. As soon as she had finished Draco felt a frown place itself on his lips, "Did it look like I was planning to talk to you, let alone argue? Because if you had just sat down like a normal person I probably would have ignored you. I don't give a bloody hell about what you do." Draco snapped, though it was in a tired sort of tone. No matter what airs Draco put on, he just wanted a few moments to pretend he was someone else who didn't have to deal with all this.

He was sick of people attacking him every time they got the chance. Sure, he'd done it to them, but this year he'd really been leaving people alone. Apparently they took that as an excuse to try and take a hit at him now. Of course Draco wouldn't take that, and quickly set them straight. But the fact was he was just starting to enjoy himself and now this girl had to come along and ruin that, and he was angry. Malfoy only had so many moments of peace these days, and while he was too sick and tired of worrying and having problems to really care if he had to share those moments, he preferred not to share it with someone who just came to argue with him and tell him not to argue with her! He hadn't even said a thing, yet she'd ranted as if he had just insulted her.

The students at Hogwarts were just like everyone else he spent time around. Whenever he was down, or in a moment of weakness, they swooped in to attack. Draco couldn't even try to leave people alone because then they came looking for him, as if he wanted to fight. He couldn't control almost any parts of his life anymore, and he wasn't going to let anyone else take what remained of his power away.