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[Two months. It had been nearly two months since he had seen the two most important women in his life, and he was finally certain they weren't coming back anytime soon. All of the new feathers had finally seemed to settle in, and none of them were actually faces he was familiar with.
In those two months, Draco Malfoy had made himself quite scarce, save for interacting with a few people he found curious and his new housemates. He didn't really want to meet new people, if you wanted to know the truth. Luceti was one big lie anyway. However, he knew he couldn't keep himself holed up in his room even longer. He really needed a hobby, actually.
And that was how Draco Malfoy found himself outside, broom in one hand, journal in the other. As he clamped the journal under his arm and mounted the broom, he allowed his mind to wander back to thoughts of his home world. Everything was much easier when he was able to use the entirety of his powers. He could do anything he had wanted at home, couldn't he? What could he do here?
...
...no, really, what could he do...he had a few ideas, but as he flew higher and higher he began to wonder what the masses would say. He soon came to a stop high above the ground near the plaza, balancing himself to open his journal and finally speak.]
In your opinion, what would be the most useful or most amazing thing magic should be able to do?
[And that's all he'll say. No hellos, no welcomes, nothing. Draco Malfoy wants straight answers, and he wants them now. People are free to answer him via journal, but should they enter the center of the village anytime soon they might look up and spot a blonde boy hovering above them.]
In those two months, Draco Malfoy had made himself quite scarce, save for interacting with a few people he found curious and his new housemates. He didn't really want to meet new people, if you wanted to know the truth. Luceti was one big lie anyway. However, he knew he couldn't keep himself holed up in his room even longer. He really needed a hobby, actually.
And that was how Draco Malfoy found himself outside, broom in one hand, journal in the other. As he clamped the journal under his arm and mounted the broom, he allowed his mind to wander back to thoughts of his home world. Everything was much easier when he was able to use the entirety of his powers. He could do anything he had wanted at home, couldn't he? What could he do here?
...
...no, really, what could he do...he had a few ideas, but as he flew higher and higher he began to wonder what the masses would say. He soon came to a stop high above the ground near the plaza, balancing himself to open his journal and finally speak.]
In your opinion, what would be the most useful or most amazing thing magic should be able to do?
[And that's all he'll say. No hellos, no welcomes, nothing. Draco Malfoy wants straight answers, and he wants them now. People are free to answer him via journal, but should they enter the center of the village anytime soon they might look up and spot a blonde boy hovering above them.]
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