Insomniac Dreams

Once dressed he made his way to the only chimney in the house attached to the floo network. He hated the floo, made his feel nausea or nearly an hour afterwards and it was certain that he would come out the other end rather disheveled, which pained him more than the nausea.

He tossed a good amount of the black powder into the fireplace and with clench of his fists he stepped into the flames, announcing the the flames where he would like to go The moment the word came form him the flames engulfed him, spinning through the network, it was almost to much to take. His stomach felt like it was being twisted and splinched but just as he thought he couldn't take it anymore his feet hit the grey wooden floor of his destination. With a sigh, he straightened his ruffled robes and made his way over to the counter.

"Nice to see you again young Mr. Huntly, I was expecting you." a small, rather dull looking, old man said as he motioned for Crevan to follow him into the back of the shop.

"Do you have the potions I asked for Mr. Ardorius" Crevan said, ripping as much emotion and distress from his voice as he could muster.

"Yes, but may I enquire as to why you would require a potion f---" He was stopped dead in the middle of his word as Crevan snatched the rather ornate wooden box from his hands.

"I believe you are stepping out of your place once again. You should do to remember that I am perfectly capable of making my purchases elsewhere." it pained him to be so cold, so short, but the man needed to be kept in his place if he was to stay quite, fear, his father always said, was the strongest key to loyalty. He quickly turned on his heels, his robe billowing up the rancid dust form the floors. "Good day, Mr. Ardorius , I will be back for a second order within the next month." He went to make his way back out into the shop but found his arm being held firmly by the scrawny old man.

"I may run a lucrative business, but that" he eyed the box "takes to much skill, to much magic, for someone of your age. You may be right that I am out of place for asking what you plan to do with it, but I already know Crevan, and I must warn you that it could backfire terribly you--" he was cut off again as Crevan yanked out of his grasp, turning the stare into the dull grey eyes of the man, his anger boiling in his pupils. "Good day" he spat in the mans face before finally walking out into the busy street.

Crevan tucked the box away into his black leather bag he was livid, his mind spinning in circles over the incident as he made his way out of knockturn ally and into the light side of the coin, as his mother liked to put it. Diagon Alley was busting with students gathering their supplies. taking a deep breath he muttered under his breath "here goes nothing" and he made off to get all the things he had to purchase for the year. After nearly 4 hours of dedicated shopping he had everything for the year and a small enchanted fox figurine he spotted in a children's gift shop, for his sister. He sighed "Back home again, not to much longer till it is all over with" and he headed back towards knockturn alley to floo home.

"Crevan Huntly" a tall blonde figure stepped from the "antique shop" door and directly in front of him. "I have a message for you mother, be sure she reads it promptly" the blonde extended a gloved hand holding a silver envelope, sealed with blood red wax.

"Of course Mr. Malfoy." He nodded, taking the letter respectfully and placing it in his chest pocket. "She wishes to have your family over for supper before the summer ends. As I am sure you know, I will be attending Hogwarts this year."

"We will talk more of such matters over super, now is not the time nor place" Mr. Malfoy stated flatly, nodding slightly, and returning to this business within the shop.