@procidensdraco One Of Us Is A Monster (Its Not You)
There’s a swish of a wand to close to his face and Seamus flinches--not back, he’s learned that moving away from something likely means it’ll come back at him two fold, but in a sort of acknowledgement: this its likely going to hurt.
Then it doesn’t. Or it hurts in the way of things healing. Things creep back into focus and Seamus smiles. Draco doesn’t--has he ever? Sneered, of course, but smiled. Seamus doesn’t think so. “What would anyone think if they could see you?”
“See me what?” Draco returns like he hasn’t been caught, like Seamus’ head wouldn’t still be ringing for two hours or more if he hadn’t done--something.
He’s not even sure what spell that was. Probably a family something--or was it something Draco learned because he now needed it?
Draco keeps speaking but it comes in in bits--like a badly tuned radio full of static. Why hadn’t they just replaced the wireless that one time--just because it was old didn’t mean it was an heirloom--?
“Do you know any spells that would blow them up?” Seamus asks, as off hand as the weather or what a quidditch match used to be. He focuses back in on Draco, the curve of his mouth and the way it hardens, a slight tightening of the eyes. Clearly Seamus hadn’t guessed what he had been on about. “Just a thought.” Seamus adds and then grins, leaning in as Draco moves away. “I prolly wouldn’t do it, cushlamachree.” Behind them both Padma opens the door and Seamus raises his voice, “Agra, what have you brought us?”












