Impassive
He didn't speak, he just listened, listened to all the lies and poison Voldemort inflicted upon his ears and mind.
He listened because it was as if he had forgotten how to do anything else.
People stared at him in the halls. He/Voldemort hated, despised the stares, but did nothing because he/Voldemort forbade it.
He avoided the touch of all people because Voldemort/he didn't want to be touched my human flesh contaminated with love, such a horrid, abominable thing. Love.
He shuddered inwardly.
He walked as though in a daze, expressionless, emotionless. If anyone noticed a difference, they didn't speak up. People would rather ignore something than try to explain it.
He couldn't separate his own thoughts from Voldemort's. Any emotion or idea could go either way. He was inwardly resisting, but it was getting so hard, everything is so hard, why cant I just take the easy way for once...
The inward rebellion was unnoticed by everyone, he was left to fight alone.
Impassive.
It was time for McGonagall's class. He simply walked in and took a seat, silent, detached.
He hated everything.
McGonagall asked him the pointless questions, he answered just as pointlessly, effortlessly. Surprised, she asked him more,
"And how would I go about doing this?"
"What would I do if I wished for it to be blue?"
"Why-"
Then, he just snapped.
"WHY ARE YOU ASKING ME ALL THIS?" he screamed. "Why don't you ask that Mudblood Granger?"
He was about to add more, but he her eyes were glittering dangerously. He understood the signs and lapsed into silence, hatred written on his every feature. He was sick of it, of Voldemort whispering kill, burn, and her incessant questions and the staring students...
I HATE STARES...
He picked up his wand.
Go ahead, Draco. Act... do it...
"NO!!!!" he bellowed.
End the staring forever...
"Get out of my head!!!!!"
"We are one, Draco, you won't escape!!"
The entire class is silent, incredulous.
Draco. was like a wraith, unnoticed, until his thoughts became actions, and words.
He laughs, loudly, cruelly, diabolically. As do I, because it isn't me anymore. IT'S US.
He didn't speak, he just listened, listened to all the lies and poison Voldemort inflicted upon his ears and mind.
He listened because it was as if he had forgotten how to do anything else.
People stared at him in the halls. He/Voldemort hated, despised the stares, but did nothing because he/Voldemort forbade it.
He avoided the touch of all people because Voldemort/he didn't want to be touched my human flesh contaminated with love, such a horrid, abominable thing. Love.
He shuddered inwardly.
He walked as though in a daze, expressionless, emotionless. If anyone noticed a difference, they didn't speak up. People would rather ignore something than try to explain it.
He couldn't separate his own thoughts from Voldemort's. Any emotion or idea could go either way. He was inwardly resisting, but it was getting so hard, everything is so hard, why cant I just take the easy way for once...
The inward rebellion was unnoticed by everyone, he was left to fight alone.
Impassive.
It was time for McGonagall's class. He simply walked in and took a seat, silent, detached.
He hated everything.
McGonagall asked him the pointless questions, he answered just as pointlessly, effortlessly. Surprised, she asked him more,
"And how would I go about doing this?"
"What would I do if I wished for it to be blue?"
"Why-"
Then, he just snapped.
"WHY ARE YOU ASKING ME ALL THIS?" he screamed. "Why don't you ask that Mudblood Granger?"
He was about to add more, but he her eyes were glittering dangerously. He understood the signs and lapsed into silence, hatred written on his every feature. He was sick of it, of Voldemort whispering kill, burn, and her incessant questions and the staring students...
I HATE STARES...
He picked up his wand.
Go ahead, Draco. Act... do it...
"NO!!!!" he bellowed.
End the staring forever...
"Get out of my head!!!!!"
"We are one, Draco, you won't escape!!"
The entire class is silent, incredulous.
Draco. was like a wraith, unnoticed, until his thoughts became actions, and words.
He laughs, loudly, cruelly, diabolically. As do I, because it isn't me anymore. IT'S US.