Draco Abraxas Malfoy

Teaching flying isn't too bad. I wish they would hurry up and get stable on their brooms so that we can practice some maneuvers. Most of my lessons center on them being at least somewhat comfortable in the air. I was very proud of Scorpius. He is very good, truly my son. It is unfortunate that we don't have enough students for a complete quidditch match, although the game will be incorporated into lessons.

Professor Malfoy has an interesting ring to it.

So who do I need to talk to to take over become an apothecary here. I am a lot better more than qualified for that. It would also give me something to do with my time.

Private to Pansy
We do need to talk. Now that Theo is here, you shouldn't have such an issue with that.

I don't even know how long I have been here. It's been a couple of weeks but one day blends to the next. Perhaps I will go down to the apothecary shop. I still haven't heard from the baron, and dealing with an assistant really isn't enough. If he is going to bother with people of power and influence, he could at least do us the courtesy of a personal meeting.

( Astoria )

( Lord Voldemort )

What the hell am I supposed to do here? I'm a guest of some baron and I can't leave? I don't think so. I am leaving as soon as I can.

The accommodations are hardly up to my tastes anyway. This is a castle and I would expect a bit more, but I am not staying long enough to care. There are other people here and children. most of them seem quite complacent. That might be their lack of ambition.

Who else is here and who knows were the exit is?

This doesn't make any fucking sense. Where am I? I was at home and I walked in. That is all I remember. I didn't hit my head. I didn't fall. There was nobody there. Whoever has brought me here - I DEMAND THAT YOU RELEASE ME. I really don't have time for this game and you will not enjoy what I can inflict if I am not released.

[Private to Self]
I also could be wrong. This place reminds me of something straight out of sixth year. I'm alone, solitary, like being back in that room. I don't like this feeling - at all. The room itself can swallow me whole. He is also the only person I can think about. I can see his eyes and feel the way his fingers moved across my arm before he branded it. He just can't be responsible. He is dead. That bastard is gone. Get me out of here now. Please.
[/Private]

( Please allow me to introduce myself. I'm a man of wealth and taste. )

( Draco Abraxas Malfoy )