fin de siecle

My Lord. You summoned me.

You're still not back. I am giving you one more day. Only one.

Don't think I won't do it.

I hear you've been a bad boy, and not in any of the fun ways I've come to look forward to.

Master Zabini.

A moment of your time, when you can.

You're not here.

While I'd hate to be misconstrued as having waited for you tonight, the fact that you're not here seems worth mentioning.

What on earth were you sulking about tonight, Marcellus? No one with your features should mope or scowl, let alone both at once - it's very unbecoming.

If I didn't know better I might have suspected it was me whose head you were trying to combust with that glare.

Another dream about the enemy. It's Zabini's fault of course. Hinting at a life I cannot have here. It'd be better that he just continued to ignore me than appearing here like some fairy godmother and whisking me off for a night without immanent death, despair and torture and then just bringing me back again. What did I ever do to him, I ask you? Then again, I've never been sure what I did to Blaise, here or there. Not entirely. There he thinks I fail him on some deep level that no one, including him, ever lives on. Here he thinks I'm a novelty, I suspect. I'm an unusual toy, but a complicated one, only good for rainy days or some such thing.

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I just want to go HOME.

That was odd. That was very odd. Less drinking and more sleep, I suppose. Next thing I'll be hallucinating and they'll feed me to darling Aunt Bella like all the other useless desperate prisoners.

Boredom is preferable to some things at least.

And where the hell is Kolya these days?

Severus,

Don't panic.

( I'm not sure what happened )

There is even a Floo point that is open, including to England. I will make it there as soon as I can. And if I meet the evil Draco then I suppose, in the end, it will be him or me. Let's hope he's drunk, I was never much of a dueller.

I can't see any way that you can help although perhaps you will think of something. Just have the Floo open for me and someone handy with a wand in case anyone follows me through. I will hide here for two hours, to be sure you have this, and then I will make my attempt. I am trying not to be afraid. I am asking myself every moment, what would Severus do. I know you would get your son out of here, wouldn't you? But I don't think I'm up to that.

Devotedly yours,
Draco

Everything is being watched. This has probably been read. I can only assume you are joking. Goyle will be lucky if he manages one more trip between us and he would never manage that if his genuine gormlessness was not so apparent.

Help me. If you will not, tell Zabini to help me. Or tell your husband to tell Zabini to help me. Whatever will work. Everyone you love will regret it you do not find some way to rescue me.

Following a lead to Morocco. You do not want me to even get there.

Mr Goyle,

What a puzzle you set me for a while, but I do remember you now. At Hogwarts, wasn't it? You were in Slytherin, in the same year as me. I've never been one to keep up with schoolfellows much but what a strange way to get in touch. I'm not sure what you can possibly mean by "I don't want to be a D.E.", or how I could help you at all, but I am sure you can trust my travelling companion just as much as I can.

Shall we meet in the train station again, as you clearly know where that is. By the ticket booth. I'll be wearing sunglasses and a fedora. Why not?

D.M.

Marik

There are no leads here. There is nothing in Milan to say where he is. There is only an empty house and neighbours who want stare at me as if I have gone quite mad.

Did you tell Sascha not to speak to me? I swear he's said not two words to me that weren't an absolute necessity.

What am I supposed to do? Or should I just kill time for a week or so and then come back to you to be murdered. Is that the plan?

DM

There's always something, isn't there?

I am sorry, Blaise. You know that I'd never have just failed to appear if I'd had any choice in the matter.

Blaise? Tell me you're there.

And I thought you cared.

Blaise,

As you're the only person not here who has shown any sign of caring about my predicament... So I need you to come and rescue me. I do appear to have become, quite literally, a prisoner.

I think I also need you to bring a young friend of mine along, although he will possibly not be all that willing.

I can see that this might be an imposition. If it's a matter of money then I'm sure someone among the supporters of my alter ego will be willing enough to pay to know where I am.

Sincerely,
The Other Draco Malfoy

Well that's very disappointing. I had such plans.

I presume you're not dead as the house elf would have told me so. As you're not dead I think you're much better off coming down here with me where all the heated action is a nice distance away. And you can see my vastly amusing guest. He's made Professor Snape quite agitated and I really didn't think he had the energy left for agitation.

Why not Apparate? I wouldn't be up there for the world. And I'm waiting too and you know I hate to wait. And there's another and - it's all a lot less fun on my own. There's something positively disturbing about watching myself be distraught. Remind me never to do it, it's very unappealling.

D.
pouting now

Sweet boy,

I have captured myself! It is vastly amusing. Come and see.

Down where the prisoner was. Then wasn't. Now is again.

D.

Moscow is tedious when my young friend is required to work or pay obesiance to the family gods and Marcellus is being simply selfish with the other chief source of amusement, which is in any case almost damaged beyond being any fun at all - the locals are far more interested in being gruesome than in seeing what he might be convinced to do. So it seems that you had best amuse me tonight. If you're very amusing I might even take you out to supper.

I find Berlin more interesting myself and the locals don't really care if I come and go at all. Except perhaps for Bellatrix, who enjoys disrupting any plans at all just for the fun of it, but I think she is rather wrapped up in the bloody show downstairs.

I have been abandoned, it seems, for familial obligations. I am sure I never feel the need to succumb to such things so often but it seems that in Russia young men must be absurdly attentive to their mothers or suffer some dreadful fate.

I'm a little unsure what dreadful fate is supposed to be worse than the one they suffer as a reward, but I suppose it doesn't matter either way.

Are you doing anything interesting, Blaise who is not my Master Zabini? Something more interesting than sitting in your room because it's better than wandering about a strange house hoping not to meet anyone too exciting or too dull?

Severus. Severus are you there!?