“ They don’t even look at the pamphlets, they – “
Draco means to say more, he opens his mouth for another comment
but yet again some muggle runs into him and shoves him forward into
credence, and before Draco can take a second to think on it, to calm
his anger, he sticks his leg out and catches the man’s ankle. It’s an
impressive tumble, something that catches the eye of the people
moving about them.
It’s like a wave, people look over at the fallen man and the two young
men near him then move out of the way, and before this muggle can
even stand and make his irritation known Draco steps around Credence
with his arms crossed.
“ Should watch where you’re going next time, maybe then you wouldn’t
trip on other peoples feet. “
His tone is vicious, different from the one he’d been wielding against
Credence. There was a level of disdain there that none could measure
up to, the fact that these americans would shove into their betters with
no knowledge of it brewed a hatred in the pit in his stomach.
Draco waits for the man to be on his way, keeping his mouth shut in a
miraculously wise decision, before he reaches out to catch Credence’s
elbow and drag him towards the wall so they would be out of the way.
By now he’s forgotten what he was going to say before, so he goes
for a different statement.
“ Your mother wants to start a war she’ll lose. “
the blonde’s words are cut short, though credence hardly has a moment to appreciate the silence when his own breath is knocked sharply out of him with an elbow at his chest. feet stumble clumsily backward and he bumps against bodies behind him ; all he manages to offer them is a collection of sputtered apologies and a frantic scramble to right himself.
a sudden chorus of muttering draws his attention upwards he’s just in time to see one of the men falling, the blonde’s foot extended and a look of blatant disgust in his expression. people pause, if only for split seconds. credence feels eyes dart to him, the feeling of prickling judgement dancing on his skin. he can’t help but shrink into himself, a spark of fear darting through veins when the blonde steps forth ; elbow jerks, fingers aching to catch onto his sleeve and pull him back ( doesn’t want more attention the man’s already on the floor, draco’s got his revenge. )
he finds himself staring with a look of horror when the voice carries above the murmurings of the crowd, brimmed with contempt. it’s a side of the man’s scorn he’s yet to see, derision sharp and biting where he realized he’d only received mockery. alarm jolts up his arm where a tight grip grabs him, pulls him aside. he panics, bows his head, doesn’t want to be the next victim of the man’s disdain. yet the tone changes, just slightly, and brows draw into a frown as words spin in his mind. something about the statement nags at him, sets off a sense of unease pooling in his stomach.
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