Chapter 28
Chapter 28:
Draco laid down on his bed staring at the ceiling of his rooms, the quiet was deafening, everyone but a skeletal staff was still in the school, and everyone went back home for the holidays. Draco was free to do as he pleased but he chose to stay. there was nowhere else to go, there was no one to go to. Theo and Blaze had their own extended families and while they both invited him for the holidays he didn’t have it in him to act civil for an extended period of time.
He used to mourn the loss of his home right after the war, but now it was a familiar feeling, to call no place home. There was only a series of more elaborate rooms to occupy until the next, next place. His mind grew restless the more he thought about it, he changed his clothes into flight gear and cast a few wind-breaking spells and out of his window, he leaped. He found himself lost in thought about what Granger must be up to with the insipid Weasel family and Potter. No doubt they must be having a jolly old time in that rat trap called the Burrow.
Draco’s powerfully cast spells were no match for the Scottish winter winds and soon he found it necessary to return to the castle. Still in his flight gear he was agitated with restlessness he recalled a book he wanted to read and how it was left in the bottom right drawer of his desk, so he made his way out to find it.
To his ire, the castle staff decided the holiday season was as good a time as any to continue with the enhancements and modifications to the classroom. Hogwarts' decision to introduce limited muggle technology has been a pain like no other on wizardkind, but the power that be deemed it necessary. Draco contemplated apparating, but he was so bored silly that he fancied a walk indeed, so he decided to take the detour instead. As fate would have it this detour led him straight into the corridor of the room of requirement. Well, sometimes when life gives you lemons he supposed. What a perfect time to finally solve that mystery of the room and face the irrational fear of it all at once without an audience.
In the years following the war, Draco discovered that boredom was a poison like no other. Boredom was his worst enemy, his foolishness was ever more present when ennui reared its ugly head.
Standing before the room Draco squared his shoulder, widened his stance, gripped his wand tightly in his left hand and thought, I need a room to pass the time.
the door appeared to Draco within seconds and he went forward, palms sweating, gripped the handle and decided if this how he dies, so be it. In he walked, into the most marvelous blended room he’s ever seen. Half library half dueling training set up. There were so many different books and perhaps just as many weapons. Oh this was mint, he could truly waste away all his weeks here. With a quick wave of his wand he changed his flight gear into dueling robes and conjured the closest weapon on the table, a fine Japanese sword he’s only seen once before.
Once Draco got a taste of muggle weaponry when he was getting his masters, he found them quite brutal and beautiful and made a point to learn all of them. Starting all the way back with medieval ones, he hadn’t gotten around the weapons of Asia, but there was no time like the present.
An hour of playing with the weapons slicing through various conjured objects and then a few more hours of reading and sleepiness overcame him.
Apparating back into his rooms Draco felt a deep satisfaction he hadn’t felt in a long time. Hogwarts was a place of wonder still