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Draco's Issues
Draco was pissed. Anyone within a 50 foot radius knew that. And between him slamming doors and breaking things, it was pretty obvious. But the question on everybody's mind, from Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy to Dobby the house elf, was "Why?"
Why was Draco so put off? His normally unshakable demeanor had veen shaken by something, but no one knew what. It had to be something big, they all figured, to set him so far off his rocker. His pedigree Malfoy posterior was no longer visible, and one who was watching from afar might have the impression that they were watching a young child throwing a particularly violent temper tantrum.
Draco stormed through the house in a manner very unworthy of the Malfoy name. Doors that needent be shut were slammed much louder than necessary, innocent objects that found themselves in the way were hexed into next week, and a house elf came very close to having its ears blown off.
He made his way up to his private chambers, breaking and storming all the way. The door slammed shut audibly, so much so that Lucius and Narcissa could hear it on a different level of the house.
The two parental figures exchanged looks. Who was going to have to deal with their son? Such a thing had never occurred before, so there was no system developed for dealing with such matters. So, they chose a simple, yet effective one.
Lucius pulled a silver Sickle from the pocket of his robes.
"Heads I talk to him, tails, you. Agreed?" Narcissa nodded. Lucius flipped the coin into the air and both adults watched its slow descent to the floor apprehensively. Comically, they leaned over the coffee table simultaneously to observe the result and the coin's decree.
"Heads!" Narcissa crowed triumphantly. "I'll be waiting with bated breath for your return." Lucius scowled and followed his son rather reluctantly up the stairs, Narcissa's laughter echoing in the background.
Upon reaching Draco's room, Lucius drew a calming breath and knocked on the door. He winced as the sound of shattering glass accompanied Draco's begrudging response to enter. He pushed the door open slowly, pausing to observe the damage.
It wasn't nearly as bas as Lucius had anticipated. This could be pretty much attributed to a charm placed on the room which repaired everything moments after it was broken. Genius, really, as it allowed Draco to smash things as many times as he liked without consequence. If Lucius wasn't so busy trying to figure out what he was gong to say, he would have been very impressed with his son's magical ability.
Draco barely spared his father a glance as he launched a frame bearing the Malfoy crest towards a glass figure in the shape of a serpent. They collided, sending shards of material in every direction. Lucius remained in the doorway, not wanting to venture any further into the room. Mentally, he reprimanded himself.
He was a follower of the all powerful Lord Voldemort, he had tortured more Muggles than most people met in their life time, people trembled and fell to their knees at the sound of his name. And he was going to be scared of his adolescent son?
A rather large shard of wood exploded on the wall by his head. Was he going to be afraid?
Yes. He was going to be very, very afraid.
Ah, the joys of being bored out of your mind during english and geometry. I originally started it cuz I was rather pissed off about what I got on my practice CAPT for English to be a later chapter in Behind Closed Doors, but managed to turn it into something a bit more entertaining. Please review!