Post by Draco Lucius Malfoy on Jan 14, 2013 19:42:08 GMT -5
Draco sat in his office, it was early morning and he hadn't been able to sleep a wink since around 10 since he had been awoken from him dreams screaming. He was glad he had sound proofed his chamber, otherwise he was sure the castle would have been woken to the sounds of someone screaming bloody murder. Draco wouldn't ever let anyone know that he was barely sleeping these days, not even Scorpius could tell since Draco was more than skilled with hiding his tiredness with spells and potions.
The dreams...he'd been plagued with them since he was a teenager, the black ink which was permanently scratched into his skin burning whenever he woke from his nightmares. Memories and fears from when he was young were the main reason for his cries, the pressure and pain he had felt as a sixteen year old...having to be put through everything by his father, all for the name of the 'Dark Lord'. Draco could snort about it now since he knew Voldermort was long gone, but he still had to put up with his father, someone who Draco was well past forgiving. He only put up with the Malfoy Senior for his mother and Scorpius who would visit his grandparents occasionally, but otherwise Draco kept his son away from his father after the last time Lucius had tried to teach Scorpius some of the old ways.
Draco didn't want Scorpius to grow up like that, even he had abandoned most of the things he had been taught as a child. This was only due to his son, the tiny body who had been birthed from a arranged marriage which had failed. Scorpius was the only thing in Draco's life which he loved, and otherwise he was just his usual prideful self.
Working at Hogwarts he was known to be a strict teacher but he was still patient with his students, his skills as a potions master excelled even that of his predecessor. Draco was happy he could work at Hogwarts, it gave him a reason to shed his old labels of 'Death Eater' and 'Murderer'...
Leaving his chambers Draco changed into his usual work outfit, tailored black pants which fit tightly to his backside and legs, a crisp white button up shirt, and a dark green vest which he wore over the top, tight to his chest. He had long since abandoned robes while teaching, the sleeves kept getting in the way when he was making potions so he opted to wear normal clothing instead. Moving down the corridor Draco headed to the Entrance Hall, knowing well that it was far too early for students to be moving around at this hour, the sun was barely over the mountains yet.
Sitting down on a bench inside the castle which was facing an open window, he just sat in quiet, letting his body relax after all the fits he had the previous night, willing himself to be calm. Today was just another day after all...
The dreams...he'd been plagued with them since he was a teenager, the black ink which was permanently scratched into his skin burning whenever he woke from his nightmares. Memories and fears from when he was young were the main reason for his cries, the pressure and pain he had felt as a sixteen year old...having to be put through everything by his father, all for the name of the 'Dark Lord'. Draco could snort about it now since he knew Voldermort was long gone, but he still had to put up with his father, someone who Draco was well past forgiving. He only put up with the Malfoy Senior for his mother and Scorpius who would visit his grandparents occasionally, but otherwise Draco kept his son away from his father after the last time Lucius had tried to teach Scorpius some of the old ways.
Draco didn't want Scorpius to grow up like that, even he had abandoned most of the things he had been taught as a child. This was only due to his son, the tiny body who had been birthed from a arranged marriage which had failed. Scorpius was the only thing in Draco's life which he loved, and otherwise he was just his usual prideful self.
Working at Hogwarts he was known to be a strict teacher but he was still patient with his students, his skills as a potions master excelled even that of his predecessor. Draco was happy he could work at Hogwarts, it gave him a reason to shed his old labels of 'Death Eater' and 'Murderer'...
Leaving his chambers Draco changed into his usual work outfit, tailored black pants which fit tightly to his backside and legs, a crisp white button up shirt, and a dark green vest which he wore over the top, tight to his chest. He had long since abandoned robes while teaching, the sleeves kept getting in the way when he was making potions so he opted to wear normal clothing instead. Moving down the corridor Draco headed to the Entrance Hall, knowing well that it was far too early for students to be moving around at this hour, the sun was barely over the mountains yet.
Sitting down on a bench inside the castle which was facing an open window, he just sat in quiet, letting his body relax after all the fits he had the previous night, willing himself to be calm. Today was just another day after all...