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yeetingmyfeeling · 4 years

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The Solitary Bluebird

Chapter Two

Draco woke up early as he usually does, which is six. He jumped in the shower. After his shower he pulled on his uniform, adjusting the tight binder underneath. He parted his hair, jelling it in place. Then proceeded to do the rest of the morning routine.

As he was packing up his bookbag, he heard his friends slowly start to stir awake. They knew he would leave before them anyway. Blaise knew he leaves earlier on these days.

Draco walked out of his dorm room and down into the common room. He noticed a few mints left in the bowl on the table so grabbed one. He plopped it into his mouth as he made his way out of the Slytherin common room.

Walking the halls, only several handfuls of students could be seen, and much fewer teachers. He walked to the infirmary, enjoying the silence. When there was a window or ledge, he glanced out it for as long as he could. It was still summer, so very hot. The leaves on the trees were a nice green, only to change soon as autumn came in.

He quietly pushed the large doors of the infirmary open and let himself in, going to Madam Pomfrey’s office. He gently knocked on the door and waited.

The nurse opened the door and looked at Draco with a smile. “Good morning Mr Malfoy, I hope your break was well?”

Draco just nodded. “My break was fine. How was yours?”

“Always good to get away from the kids,” Pomfrey grinned. She opened the door, letting Draco into her office. “You wait here while I go grab the equipment and set it up,” Then she walked off.

Draco looked around her office. It was quite large. A desk covered with papers next to the door. On the opposite side of the room, was a bookshelf taking up the whole wall, packed full of books.

There was a hospital bed in here, as well as two chairs on a wall and a trolley with shelves.

WARNING!! MENTION OF NEEDLES!!

Pomfrey walked back in, a little case in her hands. She gestured to one of the plastic chairs against the wall. Draco sat down. She put the case on the top shelf of the trolley then grabbed her own chair, wheeling it over so she sat in front of her patient.

“I hope the needles were fine over the break?” Pomfrey asked.

Draco nodded. “Perfect. None broke, and I didn’t feel sick after any of them. There was one when I did get quite angry, but other than that no malfunctions or issues.”

“How long after the injection did the incident happen?” Pomfrey asked as she started setting up the needle.

“The next day,” Draco told. “But, I have always had a terrible temple.”

“Pants,” Was Pomfrey’s response. “What happened once your anger died out?”

Draco stood up, feeling awkwardly close to the nurse. He shuffled his school pants down to his knees, leaving his silk green boxers, and sat back down. “I felt off for the rest of the day, but the next day I was back to normal.”

Pomfrey nodded and cleaned off Draco’s thigh then located his vein. “Well, that’s not unusual then. That’s good. How are you coping with everything else?”

“Down the list of side effects?” Draco watched Pomfrey’s movements. He trusted her, but he never liked people having sharp objects or medical equipment around his body.

“Down the list,” Pomfrey confirmed. “First..” She lined the needle up and slowly injected it.

Draco took a shaky breath. He clenched his fist for a moment but relaxed. The Testosterone was injected into his body. Pomfrey pulled the needle out and quickly pressed a piece of cloth on the hole.

“Hold,” She said and Draco did. She stood up and safely discarded the needle.

NO MORE NEEDLE

“No breast swelling,” Draco started. “A bit of anxiety, just because of school. I think it was heightened slightly. I got a bit of a headache when I had that anger fit, but it went away reasonably quick. I have had a bit of a moustache, which I was excited about, but mother made me shave,” Draco suddenly went quiet and mumbled the last bit. “My sex drive has also been quite high.”

“Sorry, what was the last part dear?” Pomfrey asked politely.

Draco sighed. “My sex drive has been quite high..”

“Yes, that is a bit of a troublesome effect,” Pomfrey concluded. “You have been safe, haven’t you?”

Draco’s face went bright red. “I- Wha- No I-I.. I mean of course I'm being safe.. Bu-But I haven’t..”

Pomfrey laughed. “Alright dear, you are free to go. Remember to drink a lot of water.”

“Thank you Madam Pomfrey,” Draco stood up quickly, pulling his pants back up and fastening them. He gave her one last wave then left her office. He, now less embarrassed, happily walked out of her office only to have the Golden Trio walk past at that very moment.

“Malfoy,” Potter sneared. “What are you doing here?”

“Gosh I didn’t know my health was that much of a concern to you, I’m flattered,” Draco held his hand over his heart. “I must have forgotten it is your job to be here.”

“What do you mean?” Potter asked in a frustrated confusion.

“You are just always hurt and in the infirmary,” Draco explained. “I assumed it was your job.”

Weasley snorted. “He’s got you there, Harry.”

“It was a bit of a rude comment, though,” Granger added.

“Well he’s a git,” Potter finished. “And it’s not my job, or my fault. Maybe if your family and Volde-”

“Once a git, always a git,” Draco held up a hand, his temper rising. “I am not a tit though,” He began walking away, the Trio staring after him. “That means you are the tit, Potter,” He called over his shoulder.

He made his way to the Great Hall, glad he didn’t have any other interruptions. His friends were already there and he went and sat next to Blaise.

“It went well?” Blaise asked quietly.

Draco nodded. “I told her about my anger bust, but everything is fine.”

“Good,” Blaise said.

“So I made Weasley laugh,” Draco said louder, getting the attention of his other three friends. “Is my humour so bad someone as dimwitted as him could understand, or just fantastically good.”

“Or it was a sympathetic laugh,” Pansy added. Draco glared at her.

“What did you say?” Crabbe asked.

“That it must be Potter’s job to live in the infermany,” Draco made himself a cup of tea.

“That’s more of a fact,” Goyle said.

“So, Weasley was just laughing at his friend,” Blaise summed. “A mockery.”

“This means your humor is shit, Draco,” Pansy laughed.

“I am thoroughly offended,” Draco didn’t really care.

“Sure you are,”

The friends ate their breakfasts, enjoying each others company. They talked more about what they did over the break.

Pansy had a fling, she was very proud of that. Blaise biked for almost two hours everyday. Crabbe and Goyle nearly burnt down Crabbe’s kitchen, but made a mouth watering roast.

“And what did our Draco do?” Pansy asked, pecking a grape at him.

Draco thought for a moment. “I read all the Lord Of The Rings books, and watched all the movies.”

The other four laughed.

The bell rang and they headed to their classes.Science with the Gryffindors was number one.

Draco sat up the front with Blaise and Pansy. Crabbe and Goyle behind them. Merlin loved them today, so the golden trio sat across from Draco.

Blaise poked Draco’s thigh, earning a confused look. “Does it hurt?”

“I don’t know, does this hurt?” Draco asked sarcastically, poking Blaise back.

“I was being genuine, ass,” Blaise huffed.

“Well, it’s fine,” Draco smiled innocently.

Snape walked in, slamming the door open as usual. “Welcome to year five potions. I will be pushing you harder this year..”

“Like that’s any different from literally any other year,” PAnsy muttered to Blaise, who snickered.

“So, I hope you are ready,” Snape finished. “Tough luck if you aren’t. Open your textbooks, page twenty.”

Everyone stared at the teacher in confusion. Snape sighed. “I guess you’ll have to go get them from the cupboard?”

Everyone shot up, right, of course.

“Make sure to grab the fifth year books, clearly marked.”

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Minor Smut

“Draco..” Blaise moaned. “Fuck, Draco, stop. We are going to be late to Art, and we have a new teacher.”

Draco just mumbled against Blaise’s neck, continueing to lick at it.

“Merlin your sex drive really is high,” Blaise sighed. “Dray, come on..”

“Blaise,” Draco sighed back. He kissed his way back up the boys neck.

“What would you do if Golden Boy found us?” Blaise asked with a smirk. Draco pulled back, making gagging noises.

The bell rang and Blaise rolled his eyes. “We are supposed to be on the other side of the school,” He sighed. “Come on.”

SMUT OVER

Draco straightened himself up and picked his bag up from where he threw it on the floor. “I’m not running,”

“You play football, why can you not wrong?”

“That is under a different circumstance, I am getting a reward if I run.”

“But making me late to class is fine?”

“Of course.”

The two walked at a faster pace all the way to their classroom. They ended up being ten minutes late. Draco camly opened the door, walking in and sitting at a table. Blaise sat next to him.

“You are late,” Professor Umbridge said in a high pitched annoying tone.

“What an excellent observation,” Draco mumbled. Blaise snickered.

“Well I guess you two will enjoy a ten minute detention,” Umbridge decided.

Draco scoffed. Blaise said ‘I told you so’, and snickering from Weasley and Potter was heard.

“Now, to continue from where I was rudely interrupted..” Umbridge glared at the two Slytherin boys. “You can’t have a subjective art piece,” Disagreements were heard. “Your ideas for what is ‘subjective’ is wrong, the audience will never pick it up. You cannot just paint half a plant and think the audience will get that it means you want to go to Bali. You need to have a piece that makes sense.”

Granger raised her hand. “Professor Umbridge, art is mostly subjective.”

Umbridge held up a hand. “Who is the teacher here? Now, I want you all the draw Mona Lisa from memory.”

“God, right now I’m regretting detaching your face from my neck,” Blaise said, clearly upset with the professor.

“Yet, you did,” Draco shrugged, pulling out his art book.

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demoutd2511 · 2 years

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A Mini Rant on my Thinking

Typically, my mind is thinking about multiple ideas or tasks I have to do at the same time, even when I was planning out what I was going to write about for this blog post, I was also thinking about my family, how I need to clean my room, my next bulletin board and program, etc. And this past week has been the same, with focusing and planning out times to do my assignments and other school work, along with activities I enjoy, such as colouring, listening to podcasts, and being outside.

For my Visual Arts course, I had to submit my essay proposal this past weekend, so I have been thinking about that assignment and my topic a lot lately. My topic is Leonardo Da Vinci’s Mona Lisa, focusing on Mona Lisa, who is “…Lisa di Antonio Maria Gherardini, the wife of Florentine merchant Francesco del Giocondo” (Stokstad, 2018, pg. 645), and her life. I found a very interesting article on this art piece about how Mona Lisa could have had Bell’s palsy, and that was the reason for her famous smile, which is one of my key research points in the essay. (Article link is included below in my references, if anyone is interested in reading it!)

Leonardo da Vinci MONA LISA c. 1503–1506. Oil on wood panel, 301⁄4 × 21′′ (77 × 53 cm). Musée du Louvre, Paris. (INV. 779). Credit: Photo © RMN-Grand Palais (musée du Louvre)/Michel Urtado

Another assignment I have been thinking about is the podcast for this class. Along with thinking and working on a podcast, I have been listening to podcasts over music lately, as I do other school work. I listen to mostly true crime podcasts, like Crime Junkie, Anatomy of Murder, and Canadian True Crime. I’m currently listening to an Anatomy of Murder episode as I write this blog post! I typically listen to them during the day, as I am someone who gets scared very easily, and the combination of it being nighttime and listening to crimes (like murder) I cannot do. For anyone who wants to start to listen to or find more true crime podcasts, I have included the links to the websites of the 3 I mentioned earlier below!

Some more fun (and non-school) things I have been thinking about are reading week and how it will hopefully be a nice little break after writing my midterms. I have also been thinking about colouring, mostly when I am doing schoolwork, but don’t fully want to be. I have also been thinking about possibly making another art piece similar to the one I made in high school. For that piece, (which there is a picture of below), I coloured a full book of mandalas and then cut them out and glued them to a canvas. I really enjoyed making that piece then, and I think it would be nice to do another one, as it was fun and very calming.

Photo Credit: Drew Miller, 2018

Podcast links:

Crime Junkie - https://crimejunkiepodcast.com/

Anatomy of Murder - https://anatomyofmurder.com/

Canadian True Crime - https://canadiantruecrime.ca/

References: Maloney. (2011). Bell’s Palsy: The Answer to the Riddle of Leonardo da Vinci’s ‘Mona Lisa. Journal of Dental Research, 90(5), 580–582. https://doi.org/10.1177/0022034510384629 Stokstad, M., & Cothren, M., Art History. Volume II, 6th edition, pg. 645, 2018 (Pearson Education).

#outd2511 #art #da vinci #true crime

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