Silver Glint
A silver shadow stalked his way through the heart of London. His stride was long and purposeful. His cloak billowed behind him, though the air surrounding him was deathly still. Turning into a dark ally, he halted before a large metal back door to the decrepit brick building before him. The red paint was chipping from the door as if claws had scratched at it. Slowly, he looked both ways. The glaring overhanging lights of the ally hit harsh planes of his jaw. His startlingly pale skin made him appear ghostly and his eyes, shadowed by the brim of the hood of his cloak, faintly glinted silver. Seeing no others, he pushed on the rusting bar of the door and let himself into the dim hall of the building.
He quickly found a stairwell and began to climb the dirty concrete steps. His foot steps echoed against the deafening silence as he slinked cat-like up the stairs. He slowed as he reached the seventh floor. Entering the corridor, his black gloved hand emerged from the folds of his cloak, holding a ragged piece of parchment. He glanced at it and continued until his stood before apartment 717. He rapped his knuckles against the stained and yellowing door.
There was shuffling on the other side and then the slow turning of locks and bolts until the door cracked open, revealing the face of a young woman. Her dark eyes stared at him apprehensively. Limp black hair hung loosely about her slender shoulders. He lips, a deep shade of crimson, contrasted her equally pale skin, giving her a the appearance of a vampire.
"You must be the new tenant," she said looking him over.
"Yes, that would be me," he replied in a raspy voice.
"Your friend called yesterday about you. Said I should be expecting you."
She leaned languidly against the door frame, though the door was not opened any wider.
"Your friend explained your… situation."
He tensed at her words, but she continued apathetically.
"I understand you can't pay now, but I'm no charity. I'll expect you work for me. I'm sure you have some uses."
His whole body had gone ridged at her words. His eyes glared menacingly and his mouth curled into a smile. Then controlling himself, his forced his muscles to relax. Regaining compose he turned his nose up slightly and looked down on her, his lips pursed as though he has swallowed something bitter.
Her face remained emotionless as she silently observed him regaining composure. She gave no sign of noticing what had occurred, though she had a slight gleam in her previously dull eyes, either from anger or amusement.
Swallowing, he spoke again. An introduction was in order. "Draco. Draco Malfoy."
He made no effort to extend his hand and she made no attempt to take it.
She ignored him and quietly shut the door. He heard muffled noises before she returned the door, opening it just wide enough for her to extend her pale arm. In her petit hand, she dangled a silver pair of keys. He reached out to take the keys. He hand released them into his just as his hand came into contact with them, a silent refusal to make any sort of contact with him.
"You room is number 716, next door. If you have any questions, figure out the answers. I'll talk to in the morning about your new duties."
Quickly, she shut the door on him. He heard the scraps of the various locks. Turning to his left, he saw room 716. Unlocking the door, he cursed himself for his most recent choice.
Draco Malfoy had decided to give up magic. For good.