@petrovabled​  //   sc
            things aren’t always as they seem to be.  the world rotates and spins on it’s own, circling the sun - and the stars change with the position of the moon in the sky. he, too, has changed - but more like a weed who’s finally blossomed into a flower, coming up through the crack in the concrete in a shady london town.  who he was is NOT who he is now, though he can’t help the unsettling way that people will look at him from time to time.  a walking target, traitor settled across his brow.  draco malfloy is no saint, but he was far from being a sinner, either.    he turns, attention settling on the other with faint annoyance.        ‘’      is there something i can help you with, or is it the norm to just stare?     ‘’ Â
