[ It'll be some several hours after the network post went up, and Draco has spent that time absorbed in his task, breaking from Dr Gallo's watch to go sullenly sit in his room and drink terrible space coffee with a thousand yard stare at the opposite wall before going out again. It would be a mistake to call it guilt that drives this sudden show of work ethic, or even particular amounts of grandstanding, considering he's avoiding people at all costs.
He genuinely wants to be the one to catch it, for whatever bloody reason.
But finally, a text, scooted across the line he imagines newly drawn between himself and Professor Snape-- ]
I killed it I know that's not possible but it died and vanished it wasn't responding to the counter curse either
text.
He genuinely wants to be the one to catch it, for whatever bloody reason.
But finally, a text, scooted across the line he imagines newly drawn between himself and Professor Snape-- ]
I killed it
I know that's not possible but it died and vanished
it wasn't responding to the counter curse either