That's basically the only thing that Draco has registered since he rolled out of the cot he'd jerked awake in and stormed out of the bloody tent (tent? there was something worse than living on a ship??) with a sinking stomach and panic clawing at his chest.
THIS. IS. NOT. ENGLAND.
He's supposed to finally be back home. IN ENGLAND. That was the decision he'd made in that other place, his wish on that bloody magic stone or whatever. Why didn't it work?
Why is he here?
Don't answer that. He doesn't really want to know. This isn't his first time going through this nonsense, much to his displeasure. He's just a little tired of being constantly thrust into unwanted situations because someone or something else required it.
With a groan, Draco basically blurts out to whoever is in hearing distance:]
I just wanted to take a hot shower. In a clean bathroom! Is that so much to ask?!
Prompt 2:
[Well, the Teahouse is nice, at least. The aforementioned panic clawing at his chest that is about to turn into a full-blown panic attack -- not so much. But see, Draco's just realized that his wand, which he was mightily relieved to discover on his person, doesn't seem to be working.
Not only is he not in England, but he might not have his magic, either.
This is the worst possible outcome.
So he's looking more than a bit harried, a wild glint in his eyes as he stops the first person he sees.
Loudly:] I require tea! [A pause, and then in a more normal, maybe even somewhat sheepish tone:] ...Please.
Draco Malfoy - OTA
[THIS IS NOT ENGLAND.
That's basically the only thing that Draco has registered since he rolled out of the cot he'd jerked awake in and stormed out of the bloody tent (tent? there was something worse than living on a ship??) with a sinking stomach and panic clawing at his chest.
THIS. IS. NOT. ENGLAND.
He's supposed to finally be back home. IN ENGLAND. That was the decision he'd made in that other place, his wish on that bloody magic stone or whatever. Why didn't it work?
Why is he here?
Don't answer that. He doesn't really want to know. This isn't his first time going through this nonsense, much to his displeasure. He's just a little tired of being constantly thrust into unwanted situations because someone or something else required it.
With a groan, Draco basically blurts out to whoever is in hearing distance:]
I just wanted to take a hot shower. In a clean bathroom! Is that so much to ask?!
Prompt 2:
[Well, the Teahouse is nice, at least. The aforementioned panic clawing at his chest that is about to turn into a full-blown panic attack -- not so much. But see, Draco's just realized that his wand, which he was mightily relieved to discover on his person, doesn't seem to be working.
Not only is he not in England, but he might not have his magic, either.
This is the worst possible outcome.
So he's looking more than a bit harried, a wild glint in his eyes as he stops the first person he sees.
Loudly:] I require tea! [A pause, and then in a more normal, maybe even somewhat sheepish tone:] ...Please.