For Dorrito’s Every Flavour Mood Beans. Drabble for 12/23.

*****

Depressed

It’s new, this thing. It’s new and it’s horrid. The days are nothing but long and empty, and it all seems pointless if he gives it much thought. There’s been far too much time for thought these days. He tries to conjure the familiar heat of anger, but it’s all dead now and there’s nothing for it. He looks to Potter for what he has lost, but even he is hollow now, his smile gone rotten around the edges.

The others have gone to dinner and Draco turns restlessly in the almost-dark, his mother’s letter unopened on the nightstand.

For Dorrito’s Every Flavour Mood Beans. Drabble for 12/21.

*****

Curious

It was exciting she supposed, though she’d never admit it. An average castle offered possibilities of a sort unavailable even in the outdoors. A castle such as this surely had no equal. She knew every passage, every secret nook, and still there were surprises daily.

She crept through the dark, ears twitching, her nose catching the faintest whiff of Troublesome Child, the kind He so laboriously despised. She darted ahead with silent feet, heart racing wildly, eyes wide and unblinking. An invisible step echoed from the crack of light at the end of the hall and the chase was on.