six. louring

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(adj.) darkened by clouds;
(v.) looking angry or sullen

WHEN IT CAME TO PRINCES IN LINE PREPARING THEMSELVES TO BE KINGS, THEY HAD THE TENDENCY TO FOLLOW IN THEIR FATHER'S FOOTSTEPS. Draco was the same way with his father, Lucius, currently leading in his stead while his father was wasting away in Azkaban for the time being.

He had grown to be a certain way, brought up to believe things about himself and others, how the world worked around him and in his favor, and how he would once be able to bend it at his volition. He took in the information willingly and with no remorse, being told that his blood status was the peak and anyone that had anything else flowing through their veins would perish as they were simply too weak to carry on the wizarding bloodline. He was also attuned to the belief that the people that walked the world hand in hand with someone the same as their own were simply not made to survive as they, too, would fall flat to the earth with nothing left to give it.

These were the ideas currently circulating and having a go at Draco's skull as he loosened his tie and paced the area of the Room of Requirement before staring down the Vanishing Cabinet. There are much more important things to worry about, he thought before repeating it, turning it into some sort of mantra in hopes it would get him to stop thinking about the boy in sapphire and cerulean blue, there are much more important things to worry about.

He shut whatever he was fighting with himself—not entirely sure as to why he was fighting about it in the first place—about down and shoved it into a mental box marked "DO NOT OPEN EVER" before going about his way, bringing his focus back and affixing it on repairing the cabinet.

However, the more time he spent in dead silence keeping his attention on the cabinet, the more time his mind had to attack him, flashing images of a certain boy, those eyes and that smile not bothering to look both ways before crossing his mind as they did most nights, haunting him while he barely slept and coming very close to surpassing his subconscious and sitting in the back of his present thoughts, attaching themselves to whatever they could to exist a little longer within his psyche, putting up a fight to keep themselves alive while Draco was awake as well as dreaming, even though they didn't have to do such a thing for the reason being that Draco was doing it all on his own, he just had a difficult time to see to it.

The beliefs he had been told and taught as a child then came into play, reminding him that thinking this way would leave the world with nothing to give when he was gone, no one to carry on the legacy, the mantle he had come close to destroying several times over for having these empty thoughts in the first place.

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