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Had anyone asked Draco his plans before he'd left home for the night, "getting arrested" wouldn't have been on the list. Then again, he'd been considerably less drunk then than he was at the time of the incident. He'd sworn off going to pubs months ago, but it was a friend's birthday and-- well, he'd never had that sturdy of a will anyway.
Now as he was being led to the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, he was seriously regretting his decision to go out.
It wasn't really a crime, in his opinion. Stumbling home after their last pub stop, Draco and his friend came across the statue. Just weeks old, it could only describe as the most hideous hunk of rock Draco had ever laid eyes on. It'd been paid for by a local in honor of some historical figure's contributions, but as it lacked a plaque, both who the figure was and what they'd done was unclear. Draco had walked by it every day for a month, hoping to eventually find it'd been defaced in the night. It was only a passing wish, one he'd never consider acting on. Not sober, anyway. That night, however, he was far less than sober.
He managed to blast off an arm and an ungodly approximation of a nose before the patrollers arrived and confiscated his wand. It was only as they dragged him away, grumbling about "disorderly conduct" and "criminal defacement" that Draco realized, if charged, he couldn't make bail. Or pay for the statue's repairs. Or pay anything else the owner might ask for. It was almost a more sobering thought than the fact he was being arrested.
And so it was that a night out ended with Draco being taken into custody. Once inside the Department, he allowed himself to be placed in a seating area while the patrollers went off to report, sulking more than he had in years. Wonderful, he thought. There really was no way the night could get worse.
