Draco Malfoy (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
alphaophiuchi) wrote2016-03-01 07:43 pm
alphaophiuchi) wrote2016-03-01 07:43 pm
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( psl ) it's been years since i last saw your face
The party had been raging on for a couple of hours now, and though Draco wasn't entirely opposed to parties - in fact, he quite liked them, even now - he wasn't feeling this one. It was probably partly the people, partly the theme, partly the horrible decor. Partly a lot of things, evidently. He was keeping a running tally of all the many things he hated, in fact.
It was getting a little long. No one was surprised, probably.
He wasn't sure how many times he'd refilled his glass, nor how many people had been shoved his way, in the name of 'socialising', by someone who allegedly called themselves his 'friend' - which he was willing to believe, because she kept his glass full and just let him shrug off the attempts at being social - but he had a feeling it wasn't going to slow down now. Far from, in fact. Draco drained yet another glass, filled it again at the bar, and casually sidestepped the party. He clung to the walls until he located what seemed to be an alcove, somewhere hidden largely from view by a heavy curtain. Somewhere he could hide, just for a minute or two.
He casually glanced around the room, taking all of his surroundings in. Only when he was sure that no one was looking did he slip behind said curtain, disappearing in a graceful, casual motion. Just a simple, effortless sidestep, and he was gone.
Unless, of course, someone else had already had that idea.
It was getting a little long. No one was surprised, probably.
He wasn't sure how many times he'd refilled his glass, nor how many people had been shoved his way, in the name of 'socialising', by someone who allegedly called themselves his 'friend' - which he was willing to believe, because she kept his glass full and just let him shrug off the attempts at being social - but he had a feeling it wasn't going to slow down now. Far from, in fact. Draco drained yet another glass, filled it again at the bar, and casually sidestepped the party. He clung to the walls until he located what seemed to be an alcove, somewhere hidden largely from view by a heavy curtain. Somewhere he could hide, just for a minute or two.
He casually glanced around the room, taking all of his surroundings in. Only when he was sure that no one was looking did he slip behind said curtain, disappearing in a graceful, casual motion. Just a simple, effortless sidestep, and he was gone.
Unless, of course, someone else had already had that idea.