something had gone terribly, terribly wrong. the last thing draco can remember is his head spinning, body feeling like it was being distorted and put back together; and with a thud he lands on his arse, bones throbbing and … and this is not hogwarts, is it?
the time turner in his hand ticks, once, twice, and then begins to sputter and shake before it goes very still, no motion even inside it. he doesn’t need to be a genius to know that is bad news, tries to push the panic that builds in his chest and stands, dusting the dirt from his dress robes, slips the turner back into his robe pocket.
ok, think. he was messing around, figuring that the time turner would have at least been disabled, trying to figure out exactly where he had went. he follows the old stones of the building through the remainder of the alleyway, before turning a corner a bit too sharp and bumping into a slightly taller body. he groans, agitated in not only himself but whoever this is ; and silvery blues glance up and …
jaw slack and mouth agape, whatever tired and true smart remark he was about to mouth off stops and he’s fumbling for something to say. because the person staring down at him he’s seen in books before. a very familiar name ; even if draco hadn’t been too KEEN on him.
‘’ ——– could you …. uh … what … what’s the date today, hm? ‘’
he startles upon impact , tension wires limbs drawn around torso in a manner defensive in midst his recoil from the person ( he’s gathered that much from his periphery at the moment of collision - blond , no less ) and body turns sideways , one arm before him whilst the other holding his case falls behind . recent experience whispers warning to him , paranoia that he may be tailed in any place at any time , and it’s evident that thought applies even close to home in streets of knockturn alley .
lack of action from the other registers immediately , the groan which escapes lips couples with such observation and leads newt to interpret this individual as nonthreatening . a blink , he dares to lower defense , arm by his side still ready to let the wand up his sleeve slide to be gripped as necessary . wariness persists , though it’s not enough to prevent newt from offering response when the other prompts such through question .
the tone of the other male is genuine , lacks accusation or disdain which newt imagines he’s liable to hear upon lips of those from the ministry assigned to “ watch over ” him . the question is no sort of trap , either , as newt hasn’t the foggiest idea of any way such could be construed into a ministry tail’s attempts to gather information from him without his realising .
“ it ... it’s the fifth of october . nineteen twenty - six . ” gaze shifts to from the cobblestone beneath their shoes to that of the blond’s shoulder ; adjustment of visual field allows him to keep the young man’s visage in sight , so that expressions may be watched closely . after sudan , he cannot help but be cautious . after almost being asked to make an unbreakable vow as to not speak of those events , there is no such thing as too suspicious .
a blink . “ i ... i’m sorry for ... for not realising you were around the corner . too -- too caught in my thoughts , i suppose . y - you’re alright ? ”
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