Guess Who, Anyone?
chapter 2
Written by...me! Yea, I'm Paige. OK, so this is how it's going to work. Amie will be writing the odd numbered chapters, and I will be writing the even.
I also happen to be 'Sprinkles.Over.Glass' . You should read my stories.
Crash!
Draco jerked awake. He sat up, listening alertly.
Voices.
Scrambling out of bed. Grabbing clothes, stuffing a suitcase. Footsteps.
Wallet, Wizard Mobile. Wand. Broom. Cloak.
Closer, now.
More voices.
A bloodcurdling scream.
His mother?
"Avada Kedavra!"
No point in checking now, really.
Draco mounted his broom, taking a last glance around the room.
Another crash.
Figures in his doorway, colored beams of light, failed curses.
Without so much as another glance, he kicked off, out his open balcony doors, toward the moon.
He awoke to a throbbing in his leg. Where was he? He heard voices.
"Oi, look at this bloke, eh?" Irish people? He flew all the way to Ireland?
OK, it wasn't throbbing. Someone was...poking him?
"Leave him be, Malls. Let's get on our sodding way, already." No, a Brit.
"We can't leave him here, the Muggles'll see 'im! Nay, we've got to bring 'im with us," the Irish one again.
"Ugh, bugger you and your rubbish compassion. Alright, hurry up, if you must"
"Yay!" the gypsy began to mutter a hovering spell. He groaned. She stopped.
"Hullo? Where am I?" Draco asked. He had passed out as soon as he had landed the night before. Well, after he had put that charm on himself. He had heard the Mudblood telling Potter about it in the seventh year and deemed it useful, so he memorized it. It was supposed to conceal your identity without changing your looks. No one would recognize you unless you told them who you were.
"Muggle London, mate. Who're you?" the Irish again. He peeled open his eyes.
"Uhm--uhm..." he faltered for a second. Should he tell these people who he was? What if they were with the order or something? He thanked Merlin for the Identity Seal Spell.
"Out with it, man," the Brit said.
Draco closed his eyes and thought fast. Name. Name. This book he had read once, a Muggle book. Chronicles of something. Norway? Noreland? No. Narnia! That was it! Caspian was there king. Rich, too. Fitting for him.
"Ca-Caspian," he stuttered out.
"Ca Caspian what?" the Brit said, her eyes narrowing suspiciously.
"Um, Caspian Mieth. Right, Caspian Mieth."
"Huh. Odd name," the Brit said.
"Did you know there's a sea called the Caspian Sea? Also, in this Muggle book, there's this king, the king of Narnia, his name is Caspian too! Wow, that's really cool! He ends up marrying this girl, who's the daughter of a ret--" the Gypsy chattered on.
"Mallie, shut up," the Brit said, rolling her eyes. She turned to Draco. "I'm Sanders."
"And I'm Mallie!" the Irish girl said excitedly.
These two were certainly a sight. Mallie looked like a half mad, crazy punkass, complete with multi-colored hair--black with blue, white, and violet--lip rings on each side of her bottom lip, an eyebrow ring, and a glint on her tongue when she talked that looked suspiciously like a tongue right. She was wearing tight black jeans, a Sex Pistols tee shirt, and a worn out, stud covered, graffitied leather jacket. She had black eyeliner on, and he could've sworn he'd seen a flash of a sun-shaped tattoo on her wrist.
Sanders was a bit more intimidating, but mostly because Mallie wore a bright, happy, crooked grin on her face. Sanders face was pulled into what looked like a scowl, though Draco could see a hint of a smile underneath. Sanders was wearing basically all black. A black tank top under a thin black jacket, a black skirt, fishnet tights, and black combat boots. The only non-black she was wearing were green, black, and white plaid strips on her skirt. Her hair was black with random red streaks. She had a monroe peircing, along with a nose and eyebrow ring. She wore white face powder and thick black eyeliner, with dark red lipstick. Her nails, he noticed, were also painted black.
Mallie held out a hand to help him up, while Sanders grabbed his suitcase.
"What're you doin' round here, eh?" Mallie asked.
"Huh? Oh, um...I'm looking for a place to stay," Draco muttered.
"Oh! Oh, oh, oh! You can work for us! Yeah! And we can give ya a place ta stay, yeah, we can! Man!" Mallie said excitably. And she was off, chattering about this and that and this again.
"Is she alright?" Draco muttered to Sanders.
"Oh, yeah, she's just fine. Off 'er meds, yeah?" Sanders said, grinning at him. "Nah, n' we're just wanderin'. We started this underground punk club n' all. Don' wan' none of them Death Eaters er Order folk to know 'bout it, don' wanna run no haven. How 'bout that job? We could do ya fer a place, got an extra apartmen' on the upper lev'l. Me n' Malls have the one on the floor 'bove that. If ya wanna work 'bout the club, we could take a galleon er two outta yer paycheck, n ya could stay there, yeah."
"That'd be great!" Draco said.
"Good, good."
Draco adjusted well to the club over the next week. Mallie and Sanders were fun, and they were extremely generous. He heard of his parents' fate from the Daily Prophet. His mother and father had been caught unawares and murdered. Luckily, they had broken in much closer to his bedroom, so he had heard the crashing of the broken vase. His parent's had not been so lucky. He worked at the club, cleaning bathrooms, sweeping floors, bartending, whatever. Although bartending was really Mallie's specialty, when she wasn't performing. She could make any drink whatsoever. It kind of made him wonder. They had punk bands on almost every night, and when they didn't, either they played punk music on the Muggle thing, the stereo, or Sanders' band played, or Mallie's band played. He'd become friends with the guys from both bands, though he was closest to Mallie's boyfriend, Bobbie. The guy looked real tough, with a mohawk and peircings and a leather jacket and the lot, but he was a real softie in truth. He played drums in Mallie's band.
About a week after he started working there, he was getting very into the swing of things. Mallie, for some strange reason, had started calling him Casper. Said something about some Muggle movie and a friendly ghost. Soon, everyone else had started calling him that, too. Mallie and Sanders went out basically every day, though he wasn't sure where to. They didn't often invite him, and he wasn't about to ask to come along. One day, they brought someone with them...
He had been sitting on the back table, counting his paycheck. He'd made about ten galleons so far. They didn't know that he still had the key to his over stuffed Gringotts vault. He didn't want to use that unless he had to. Suddenly, Mallie and Sanders walked in, much earlier than usual. With them was a girl. She was skinny, as if she hadn't eaten properly in many days. She had curly brown hair and someone familiar features. He felt like he should know her, but didn't recognize her.
"Oi, Caspian! Arent you supposed to…oh…I don't know…work?"
Mallie grabbed the girls hand and ran over to him. "Caspian, Janie, Janie, Caspian. You guys are going to be working together fer awhile, hope yeh don't mind, and I must apologize Caspian, but that apartment your in is goin ter have teh be shared with this girl…we don't have the others furnished yet, we didn't expect to have such a short notice"
Draco smirked and held out his hand.
This looked like it was going to be more fun than he thought..