Post by Draco Malfoy on Aug 21, 2014 3:15:39 GMT
Draco stepped out of the roaring green flames and into the grand atrium of the Ministry of Magic, his heart thumping against his chest. It had not changed since he had been here last as a teenager with his father, but it seemed even more ominous now. The goblins had not listened to his protests and had decided that two days a week he would be going into the Ministry on their new project to help with the finances of one of the departments.
He didn’t know if eyes were following him as he walked through the atrium or if he was being paranoid – either way, the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. Foolishly he had left his flat early, not wanting to make a bad first impression, but now he had nowhere to be for half an hour. He stepped into the small cafe and joined the queue, trying not to meet anyone's eye. So far he hadn't come across anyone he knew and hopefully he could while away the next half hour sipping on tea and reading a book. Nathaniel had brought it home from the library last night saying he’d enjoy it and the first few pages were promising.
"Tea please," he said to the wizard behind the counter. The man didn't even glance at him as he made the drink and Draco handed over the money. Perhaps this wouldn't be so bad after all. Draco settled down at one of the smaller tables with his tea, pulling the book out of his bag. It was fiction, which was unusual for him, and a mystery of some sort. He already had suspicions that there was going to be some muggle involvement later in the story. He took a drink of his tea and leaned back in the chair, flicking to the next page.
He didn’t know if eyes were following him as he walked through the atrium or if he was being paranoid – either way, the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. Foolishly he had left his flat early, not wanting to make a bad first impression, but now he had nowhere to be for half an hour. He stepped into the small cafe and joined the queue, trying not to meet anyone's eye. So far he hadn't come across anyone he knew and hopefully he could while away the next half hour sipping on tea and reading a book. Nathaniel had brought it home from the library last night saying he’d enjoy it and the first few pages were promising.
"Tea please," he said to the wizard behind the counter. The man didn't even glance at him as he made the drink and Draco handed over the money. Perhaps this wouldn't be so bad after all. Draco settled down at one of the smaller tables with his tea, pulling the book out of his bag. It was fiction, which was unusual for him, and a mystery of some sort. He already had suspicions that there was going to be some muggle involvement later in the story. He took a drink of his tea and leaned back in the chair, flicking to the next page.
