[ silence simply reigns for a moment, as Draco tries to consider it all. He doesn't want to do so, nor does he have any inclination to appreciate the possibility of becoming one of those things, but he supposes that he has to.
[ maybe somewhere else, though. He's got an answer or two, though it doesn't tell him anything about what he's meant to be doing in the interim, but somehow, he's not sure that this one is going to be inclined to give him much. Not that's helpful, at least. ]
That's exactly what I'm going to do, then. Good day to you.
[ it is...decidedly the worst plan, Draco's sure, but he turns on his heel in the sand, the movement less graceful than he intends it to be, and tries to stalk off towards....something. He has no idea which way he's going. At all. ]
and much more real a threat!
[ maybe somewhere else, though. He's got an answer or two, though it doesn't tell him anything about what he's meant to be doing in the interim, but somehow, he's not sure that this one is going to be inclined to give him much. Not that's helpful, at least. ]
That's exactly what I'm going to do, then. Good day to you.
[ it is...decidedly the worst plan, Draco's sure, but he turns on his heel in the sand, the movement less graceful than he intends it to be, and tries to stalk off towards....something. He has no idea which way he's going. At all. ]