[justify][size=5pt]unsurprisingly, harry decidedly took a small break from certain drama within the clan -- he didn't spend nearly as much time in camp as he used to. rather, he idled the outlying lands, sections of the biomes that were untouched for the most part. it was interesting to explore and it kept his head clear... his thoughts untangled. just today, he ventured into the forest with the excuse of going on a hunt.
while he did manage to nab a small mouse during his journey, that was hardly his main intention. he followed a stream, found a cave and had a lovely conversation with a grumpy badger.
needless to say, he was in a good mood unlike some people -- ahem.
the tabby feline finally begins making his way towards camp, the small rodent trapped in his jaws not enough pressure is applied to snap its bones or anything, though. this clan has enough broken bones as is.
as the grass becomes shorter and more patches of dirt make themselves visible, he slows his steps, looking to prolong the journey home. emerald-esque eyes search the area, taking in every detail.
the trees, the beautiful sky, draco malfoy, cats in the distance, birds chirping, th-- wait.
draco malfoy?
harry halts, eyes widening a fraction in surprise.
he pivots to face the other, and when his jaw drops open, the mouse promptly falls out.
what's he doing here? when did he get here? does neville know about this?
why is he injured?
so many questions filled his brainspace all at once, and he grumbled, displeased.
"malfoy."
//it's alright, i'm on mobile as well. iktf.[/justify]