Draco Malfoy blew into the stuffy old diner at nine fifty eight at night. It didn't matter what time it was to Draco, however. He needed to get his mind off of something. Swiftly, he walked to an empty table right next to the diner kitchen window. He pulled out a seat, which made a cringe worthy noise sliding against the floor, and sat down. His heart was still racing from the previous events. They were all too shocking to forget. So vivid and fresh in his mind, you'd think they had just happened. But, they hadn't just happened. It's been two full weeks. Draco wondered if his heart would ever return to it's normal speed.
With his shaking hand, Draco picked up a shiny spoon, which was right next to his plate, under a worn out table mat. He looked at his reflection in it and gasped. His bloodshot eyes had dark circles under them, his skin had a unhealthy yellow tint to it, and his hair was messed up. He couldn't remember the last time he looked in a mirror...or if he had ever looked in a mirror. Where did they keep mirrors anyways? How did anyone ever come up with the invention of the mirror? Draco shook his head, trying to clear his mind. He felt he was going insane. Positively insane. He threw the spoon down and looked behind him.
The diner was crowded with people, mostly the elderly, and they only had a couple of waitresses working in the place. He knew it would take a while for him to be served. It wouldn't be easy to wait. Patience wasn't his friend. Eventually, though, a waitress did come, later than expected.
"What can I get you?" She said in a bored tone as she chewed on her gum. Draco didn't make eye contact with her, he looked down at the floor. "I'll have a hamburger with a side of macaroni and cheese." He answered. She nodded as she wrote it down on a small torn piece of paper. "Mmmmk honey, I'll be back when it's ready." She left, and Draco was alone again. "Draco..."
Everything seemed to stop at that exact moment. All the people seemed to be not there anymore, all the loud noise was drowned out by that one voice. The voice that made Draco shudder. Slowly, he turned himself towards the diner kitchen window. There, he saw someone who he feared more than anyone else. His eyes widen upon the site.
Voldemort was there, in a little fry cook hat, flipping burgers with a thin smile on his face. "Order up, Draco," Voldemort said with an awkward laugh as he looked into Draco's eyes. He then got his wand out and pointed to a bowl of macaroni and cheese. "Avada Camacaroni and cheese, Dracooo!"
Draco stood up and ran out of the diner, with a look of disgust on his face, as Voldemort laughed rather hard.