Now the paper crane wasn't exactly /fond/ of being crumpled and left there, forgotten after the message as been written and seemingly not wanting to be delivered. But this crane was a rather stubborn one, as stubborn as the wizard that had sent it, and so it slowly flattened itself out before folding back into its original form. Granted, it was a bit more difficult now. With a hop, skip, jump! The crane took off in a slightly lopsided flight to deliver the message within. -
It was around morning when it returned, this time with a much larger friend. All for a reason of course, as it was not only carrying a message, but a small package. As passive aggressive as any paper crane that got crumpled could be, it directed the much larger crane to drop the chocolate frog box onto the sleeping boy's head ( luckily not his face ). Talk about rude awakenings. Then with a small jerk of it's paper head, the once crumpled crane took to resting on Draco's nightstand. Once there, it unfolded to reveal the message written inside. "I asked for it to go to someone that needed a friend and it found you. Here's a chocolate frog to make things better. The crane didn't like being crumpled by the way. You should try being nice to it. p.s. paper cuts hurt." ( passive aggressive paper crane will cut u draco, be careful )______________________________________________
Draco wasnāt particularly HARD to wake up in the mornings - especially when heād had enough hours of UNINTERRUPTED sleep. Lately, though, he had slept anything but WELL and after restlessly lying awake for hours, listening to his roommatesā soft SNORES ( or not so soft, but that could be helped ), getting up on time presented itself much HARDER. Usually it was the general COMMOTION in the dorm room that woke him, but this morning it was something else.
He startled AWAKE, confused at first as to what had woken him, but quickly noticed the little PACKAGE on his pillow. Instinctively, his hand reached up to rub the spot where the box had HIT him. The first thought that came to Dracoās sleep-drunken mind was that one of the others had THROWN something at him, but a quick look at the other beds revealed that he was the ONLY one awake. He sat up, his duvet falling down to his hip, leaving him SHIVERING lightly in the cool morning air.
He rubbed his eyes and YAWNED heartily before collecting the box off the pillow, leaving the crane on its own for now, but side-eyeing it SUSPICIOUSLY. He had always been the kind of person to first open a PRESENTĀ and then reading the card attached to it. PRIORITIES.
It didnāt take a lot of UNWRAPPING to figure out that he was holding a chocolate frog in hands and after biting its HEAD off, before it had a chance to jump to its freedom, he put it back on the bed. The small CARD inside the frog box revealed an empty picture, underlined by the nameĀ āAlbus Dumbledoreā. OF COURSE it was Dumbledore. At least he didnāt have to look at his face first thing in the morning, seeing as the PHOTOGRAPH of the headmaster seemed to have decided that there were better things to do than being PRESENT when Draco opened his box.
Finally, Draco picked up the CRANE, unfolding it carefully and quite possibly even more curious than the FIRST time. His eyes moved over the parchment, the slowly awakening thoughts in his head turning into QUESTIONS. Hadnāt he thrown that bird AWAY at the library? How had the sender of this message received his reply when no one but HIM had been at the library at the time? And most importantly, who was so EAGER to help a complete stranger that they sent chocolate frogs and anonymous LETTERS around the castle at this time of the day?
Draco had just reread the note for the third time when it slipped through his fingers as if caught by a sudden DRAUGHT, cutting his skin in two places and causing him to HISS in pained surprise. His jaw clenched as he looked at his fingers where two thin lines of BLOOD began to appear. For a moment the urge to grab the crane and rip it in HALF arose, but something kept Draco from doing so. And it wasnāt hard to GUESSĀ what that was.
He wanted to REPLYĀ and this was his only way to do so.
Leaving the crane and the rest of the chocolate frog on the BEDĀ for a moment he got up to get his quill and ink from his bag at the end of his bed. It was still somewhat DARKĀ in the room, but Dracoās eyes were quickly getting used to the dim light and soon he saw ENOUGHĀ to be able to scribble a reply on the back of the parchment. He only managed to produce a few lines, but it took him far LONGERĀ than he was willing to admit; quite a few breaks and moments of HESITATIONĀ interrupting the process.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā I didnāt know it would fly back to you.Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā The chocolate was good - the card not so much.Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Are you collecting them? If you do, I doubt youāre stillĀ Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā missing Dumbledore, but you can have him. I stoppedĀ Ā Ā Ā Ā collecting the cards years ago.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Why are you up so early?Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā P.S. Thanks for the warning. A little to late. ā
Once he had finished WRITING he put the quill away and exchanged it for the wand lying on his bedside table. He HESITATED, wondering if this might interfere with the spell that had sent the crane to him in the first place, but then decided that it was probably SAFE. Remembering the spell he had used for Potter a while ago he waved his wand speaking the WORDSĀ that would turn the stretched out parchment back into a little crane. Then he picked up the card of DUMBLEDORE and put it inside one of the craneās folded parts, making sure it couldnāt FALL OUT. Unsure about what to do next he lowered his wand and stared at the bird, waiting to see what would happen ( and silently HOPING that it would fly out of the room the way it had come in, delivering his message and perhaps RETURNINGĀ with another reply ).
----It wasnāt EXCITEMENT he was feeling, oh no. This was pure and simple CURIOSITY. It was probably someone he didnāt want to actually MEET sending these letters anyway. Not that it MATTERED.
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