A Reimagined Life
Draco Malfoy was exhausted, tired of the fallout from The Dark Lord's defeat, tired of his parents, tired of the whole bleeding London wizard scene. He threw darts from a reclined position on the bed, reveling in the thudding sound against the wood paneled wall, and taking some small pleasure in the physical act done without magic. That wasn't to say he wasn't above a quick flick of his wand and a muttered "accio" to summon them back to him. He might be sick of magic, but he wasn't going to ruin his general malaise by having to actually get out of bed.
Thud.
Thud.
Thud.
"Accio"
Thud.
Thud.
Draco paused before letting the third shaft fly. With a grunt, he lifted himself from bed and started rummaging on his desk. Smiling grimly, he spread his find against the wall and used a charm to have it stick. Part of him felt a tinge of guilt, using a permanent spell, but only a small part. Draco shrugged the sensation off.
Pacing back from the wall, Draco turned and let the final dart fly. He grinned with satisfaction at its placement.
a/n So I have taken a break from writing, and I need to finish my Veronica Mars "Surf Report" and get around to her next mystery in "The Meadows" but ABC Family keeps doing Harry Potter weekends, and now this idea is stuck in my head. Therefore, I thought I would throw it out there and see if there was any interest.
