Draco woke up in the infirmary once again, victim to his earlier bout of what apparently was hysteria or a mental breakdown.
Too tired to feel adequately humiliated or embarrassed, he rewound back to the last thing he could remember and then worked backwards. Recalling the Dark Lord's instructions to take care of certain matters, his eyes widened in panic as he realized that he didn't have the documents on him anymore.
Did I bring them with me? His eyebrows furrowed.
"No, I know I brought them with me. I must have dropped the packet when I fell in the entraceway." He muttered out loud then cursed. "Blast it all!"
He ran a hand through his hair and pondered on what to do.
Seeing as how he certainly had it when he had returned to school, he conjured up as clear of a picture as he could of the item he had lost and attempted to summon it.
He felt a tug, but nothing more.
"What the..."
He hadn't graduated at the top of Slytherin House for no reason.
Though his herbology, divination, and care of magical creatures skills had been somewhat lacking - getting more than acceptable grades had been a PAIN, he had made up for it in the other areas, one of them being charms.
Summoning an object shouldn't have been a problem. Perplexed, he got out of the bed, and after testing his legs out, he headed to the other parts of the school to reattempt the summoning.
After long moments of fruitless searching, he wondered if perhaps the object in question was something that couldn't be summoned.
The frustration was nearly unbearable and as he was ready to do something stupid - like transfiguring random things - one last summon sent him in the direction of Dumbledore's office.
He stopped short right at the door.
Did Dumbledore have the packet?
He mentally groaned and backed away from the door and leaned against the wall.
"Bloody buggery..."
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