[This has been equal parts familiar and decidedly off-putting. Walking through the town were, in some places, a bit like walking through a lot of the smaller villages near the Manor. Still war-ravaged and still being put back together by whatever Ministry-officials could be bothered to show up and, most likely, by the poor people living there.
In the rubble.
Right.
But this place, for a lack of a better word, had other houses. Houses that looked more like muggle London than Mould-on-the-Wold or Tutshill.
It all seemed rather deserted as well, the streets empty and the windows dark, but Draco had kept pushing on until he got to the... this place. The bulletin board and the girl next to it, was the first sign that he'd had, that he wasn't alone here.
Which might account for half the reason why he didn't say anything for the first few minutes.]
III. The end approaches
In the rubble.
Right.
But this place, for a lack of a better word, had other houses. Houses that looked more like muggle London than Mould-on-the-Wold or Tutshill.
It all seemed rather deserted as well, the streets empty and the windows dark, but Draco had kept pushing on until he got to the... this place. The bulletin board and the girl next to it, was the first sign that he'd had, that he wasn't alone here.
Which might account for half the reason why he didn't say anything for the first few minutes.]
Why?