My first Druna. For Gamma :)


There's something about that girl.

Maybe it's the way she rambles on about things no one understands or reads her magazine upside down or the way she tells you everything you don't want to hear. Maybe it's the way she doesn't care.

You wonder what that must be like. It's probably wonderful to not care.

She surrounds you, spinning by herself, holding out her hand but pulling it away as soon as you go to reach for it. She pulls away because she wants you to mean it. She pulls away because she saw you hesitate.

She slows down and begins to back away.

"What are you waiting for, Draco?"