As a Metamorphmagus, she could change her entire face to look like something else all together. There was a reason she had passed Disguise like no other Auror before her. She merely nodded when he left, and waited for a bit. He was right to be wary, to a degree.
The area was in a small town or city, urban. They hadn't picked a particularly rural or suburban area like most wizards, strangely. They had a small front yard - simple, easy to keep. There were houses up the street, what seemed like shops down the street, with cars passing by.
A couple of people a little older than Draco were walking by. The style of their clothing seemed odd for Muggles, almost more like wizards, but tighter and the earbuds in their ears suggested non-wizards.
He wasn't too sure if he liked that this was an urban area. It was a little much for him. He was so used to the rural areas that he lived in.
Watching the cars drive by unnerved him a bit. He was familiar with them and the out outrageous story about the flying Ford that Harry and Ron drove. His family never messed with the muggle form of transportation. Their pride had forbid it.
He kept to the sidewalks and did his best to keep to himself not wanting to draw attention to him. He did find the manner that the way the Muggles dressed strange...but Muggles were peculiar anyway.
He could understand though why Tonks picked this area to live in...their style seemed to match her wild style. And why his formal wear would not be accepted...
At the same time Draco kept an eye out for Tonks, unsure of where she would show. He felt like he was already failing in this test of hers.
The type of area it certainly didn't seem like was Remus'. In fact it hardly seemed like the older wizard would be happy here, but he had seemed happy and mostly relaxed in his own home. Then again, he had mentioned there were charms and the like on the house. Something was being done to make it easier for them as a family.
Towards the shops, the amount of Muggles picked up. A happening little town, it seemed. The delicious scent of a bakery, a book shop, a restaurant, a little soap making business, a small grocery... Quaint.
This is where Draco found himself having a hard time. He wasn't prepared for all the commotion to set off his stress and paranoia. It didn't show on his face, but his emotions were in a turmoil inside. Yet, at the same time he was quite excited by it. It had been too long since he was out among people.
He had a feeling he was going to end up having to transfer the money his father gave him into Muggle money later on. He wasn't too keen on the idea...but he doubted no where here would take wizard money.
He didn't go into any of the shops and just glanced at them as he walked by. He watched as various couples walked by him, groups of friends, or families simply enjoying the day out.
Draco began to wonder...outside of magic what the difference was between the two of them. What was it that caused pureblooded families like his to look so down on them. His family had always been careful to keep him away from any Muggle influence and this had been quite an eye opener for him.
Other than the mode of dress and the technology, it might not seem all that different. Groups of school children laughing together, couples holding hands, old, young, buying things and just living their lives. True, Draco would spot then taking photos of one another, ones that didn't move, but he also might spot a young girl taking a video as well. People chatting on phones. Someone talking about 'the Internet'.
As he walked by, a man about his age walking by would nearly lose his drink when his dog pulled hard and went up to Draco, tail wagging and looking curious. "Lucky! Hey!" As he juggled the leash and drink.
So much for going by unnoticed. He gave a small smile as the dog struggled to approach him despite his master's wishes.
"Sorry about that...I didn't mean to cause any problems for you," Draco found himself saying. He was a little surprised with himself for even apologizing especially to a Muggle. But the dog's owner almost lost his drink and the dog.
As he was talking he held out his hand allowing the dog to sniff it. He realized as well how much he missed the dogs that his family used to have.
"Don't worry about it," the Muggle said easily, giving a bit of a laugh. "Lucky just likes people, but I never saw him go for one person so fast. Must be a dog-person, Huh?"
Lucky, meanwhile, was sniffing Draco's offered hand, then licked it before nosing at the long fingers, hoping for a scratch while his tag wagged furiously.
Draco gave a nod. "One could say that. I used to have two Irish wolf hounds."
Sensing that the Lucky was okay with him, Draco went ahead and gave his head a scratch behind the ears. He felt himself relaxing a little, kind of glad that the dog was there.
"Those huge dogs?? Cool." Lucky was clearly some sort of mix, but a handsome one of medium sized. He leaned into the scratching and looked so happy to be getting it. "I picked up Lucky from the shelter here in town. Couldn't say no to that face."
The Muggle looked Draco over once and lifted a brow. "From around here? Haven't seen you around."
More like a combination of accent and clothing, but close enough. The Muggle looked impressed. "All the way from there? Here on vacation or did your family move in?" He took a sip of his iced drink while Lucky was slowly leaning more of his weight into Draco.
"Ahh! Explains why you'd be around here." His smile was easy, friendly, and he looked utterly relaxed about talking to a stranger. That kind of person - the kind Draco knew few if any of. "Well, if you're exploring..." The Muggle looked around, then his smile towards Draco grew before offering his hand. "Nice to meet you. Name's Jake, and you are?"
He couldn't help but find the Muggle interesting. He was different...laid back and had an open personality about him. This was new for Draco as he was always taught to be more reserved and guarded...careful with who you associated with. He was breaking so many rules today.
And he enjoyed it...breaking from this mold his parents tried had enforced on him since day one. It seemed rather easy to talk with him...and Draco had a hard time trying to decide what was okay to say and not. Hesitantly he held out his hand as well and shook Jake's hand. He wasn't one to shake hands with anyone and the fact that he shook Jake's hand was a gesture to show that he was trying to change.
"Er...the name's Draco..." he responded with a sheepish grin. He knew his name had to stand out as even in the wizarding world people always gave odd reactions to his name. "My mother has a big thing with constellations..."
The sheepishness and the explanation got a laugh out of Jake, giving Draco's hand a firm shake without being crushing or too weak. "I was just about to ask if you had hippie parents or they were really into that old movie Dragonheart." Having fun with it without being teasing, he held the grip for a second longer before letting go. "Constellation is pretty cool, though. Better name than Jake." That grin again.
Lucky finally stopped leaning so hard into Draco and was sniffing at the sidewalk curiously, but Jake's attention was on Draco. "What sort of scene you into?"
Draco's handshake was pretty firm, noting that Jake was trying to not appear to imposing or weak with it. He hid the confusion about the movie as he had no clue what one was...he had heard other students mentioning movies from time to time...but that seemed to be very Muggle and the way Jake was talking about it concluded it. He took no offense to the teasing.
Quickly, he glanced at his watch to see how much time he had left, with out trying to be rude. He certainly wasn't trying to cut Jake off, he was actually enjoying himself. He knew he couldn't afford to miss the meeting Remus had set up for him. He made a face realizing that not a lot of time was left.
"I'll simply go with what you have to suggest." Draco answered. "Only I can't hang around too much longer, I have a meeting to attend to that I can't afford to miss."
"Sorry to hear it," Jake said with that sort of tone that suggested he meant it. He gave a bit of a shrug before he looked back, giving a little nudge on the lease to get his dog's attention. "Don't want to keep you. If you're the type who likes to have some fun though, there's not too much to do around here, but we're having a party tonight. Why don't you come over? Welcome you to the neighborhood, even if it's only temporary."
Dark eyes glinted as he laughed. "Unless you'd rather stick with the family."
Draco was a little surprised by the invitation, only he kept his reaction with an impassive expression. He was trying hard to read into it, unsure of what to make of it. It certainly felt like a sincere invitation. As much as Draco wanted to trust Jake, he didn't want to blindly trust him either.
The thought to be among other people his age...even if they were Muggle was tempting. Then there was the fact he hadn't been to a party before...at least none that weren't formal. Nor, did he want to sound needy and desperate.
"And where do I meet if I decide to attend?" Draco replied.
"What's your number? I'll text you the address and time," Jake said as he pulled out his phone, unlocking it with a press of his thumb to the home button before looking back up to Draco. "Isn't going to be a big party, but a bunch of the local guys getting together. Maybe see if we can swipe something to drink?" That easy laugh again, waiting for the phone number he thought he'd get.
"I tend to not rely on my phone. I think it takes away a lot of the freedom with being tied down to a simple device like that. It's bad enough having to have a watch an eye on time." Draco answered. Really he couldn't understand why Muggles were so focused on them.
So this group wanted to drink. He wasn't too keen on the idea, but he still may check it out. He was more familiar with wines then beers. He wondered if getting the drinks was some kind of test to see what he was like. He raised an eyebrow. "What drinks are you looking to get?"
"Your parents drank deep on the 70s, I can tell." Jake laughed, gesturing out as he spoke with a hand. "It's cool, though. As for drinks... whatever we can get our hands on, I guess. If you've got a hook up with something, bring it. We'll hang out, maybe play some video games, whatever. Just a fun kind of night. Mm, if I can't text you though..." He dug into his jeans pocket and dragged out a small piece of paper and looked around, then held out a finger. "Hold on." He dashed into a nearby shop, and when he came back out, it had an address on it and a time - 8PM.
Oh if only he knew...Draco shook his head but said nothing. He was more amused by Jake's response. To a degree he understood where Jake was coming from especially with the bit of information Draco felt he could give. Still, he was way off the mark.
"Thanks," Draco replied and tucked the piece of paper in his pants pocket. "I can't make any promises, but I'll do my best to swing by."
Jake raised a hand in goodbye. "Hope to see you there, Draco," he said with a nod, that smile remaining, before he gave a cluck of his tongue to his dog. "Come on, Lucky!"
Lucky gave one more quick lick of Draco's hand before dog and owner started down the street towards the residential area up the street, the iced coffee dangling from Jake's hand as they walked.
Which left Draco enough time to get back to Remus' home, if he could find the way.
Draco raised his hand as well and gave a final pat on Lucky's head before he turned in the opposite direction. Now the real test began to see if could find his way back.
Also, he wondered where Tonks was. How much of it had she seen? He had tried his best to keep an eye out for her, but with all the commotion going on it was hard. Or was Tonks Jake? At this point he didn't know and he assumed he would learn later.
Eventually he found his way back to Remus's home. There were a couple of times where he thought he made a wrong turn when he didn't see a familiar landmark, but to his own relief he did find his way back home...with out having to use magic.
Draco would see a rare sort of side of his former teacher when he arrived home because while Tonks was there, Teddy tucked up in a cradle nearby that was slowly swinging on its own, Remus was sitting on the front room sofa in what proved to be actually perhaps a touch on the shocking side, for he was in a decent suit. He stood up when Draco returned through the front door and smiled as he adjusted the edge of it.
"Good to see you back, and just in time." He didn't seem shocked or anything, and Tonks had a bit of a smile on her lips as she turned to check on her son. "We'll still need to hurry to make sure we're there on time, however."
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The area was in a small town or city, urban. They hadn't picked a particularly rural or suburban area like most wizards, strangely. They had a small front yard - simple, easy to keep. There were houses up the street, what seemed like shops down the street, with cars passing by.
A couple of people a little older than Draco were walking by. The style of their clothing seemed odd for Muggles, almost more like wizards, but tighter and the earbuds in their ears suggested non-wizards.
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Watching the cars drive by unnerved him a bit. He was familiar with them and the out outrageous story about the flying Ford that Harry and Ron drove. His family never messed with the muggle form of transportation. Their pride had forbid it.
He kept to the sidewalks and did his best to keep to himself not wanting to draw attention to him. He did find the manner that the way the Muggles dressed strange...but Muggles were peculiar anyway.
He could understand though why Tonks picked this area to live in...their style seemed to match her wild style. And why his formal wear would not be accepted...
At the same time Draco kept an eye out for Tonks, unsure of where she would show. He felt like he was already failing in this test of hers.
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Towards the shops, the amount of Muggles picked up. A happening little town, it seemed. The delicious scent of a bakery, a book shop, a restaurant, a little soap making business, a small grocery... Quaint.
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He had a feeling he was going to end up having to transfer the money his father gave him into Muggle money later on. He wasn't too keen on the idea...but he doubted no where here would take wizard money.
He didn't go into any of the shops and just glanced at them as he walked by. He watched as various couples walked by him, groups of friends, or families simply enjoying the day out.
Draco began to wonder...outside of magic what the difference was between the two of them. What was it that caused pureblooded families like his to look so down on them. His family had always been careful to keep him away from any Muggle influence and this had been quite an eye opener for him.
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As he walked by, a man about his age walking by would nearly lose his drink when his dog pulled hard and went up to Draco, tail wagging and looking curious. "Lucky! Hey!" As he juggled the leash and drink.
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"Sorry about that...I didn't mean to cause any problems for you," Draco found himself saying. He was a little surprised with himself for even apologizing especially to a Muggle. But the dog's owner almost lost his drink and the dog.
As he was talking he held out his hand allowing the dog to sniff it. He realized as well how much he missed the dogs that his family used to have.
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Lucky, meanwhile, was sniffing Draco's offered hand, then licked it before nosing at the long fingers, hoping for a scratch while his tag wagged furiously.
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Sensing that the Lucky was okay with him, Draco went ahead and gave his head a scratch behind the ears. He felt himself relaxing a little, kind of glad that the dog was there.
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The Muggle looked Draco over once and lifted a brow. "From around here? Haven't seen you around."
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Was it that apparent he wasn't from here? Grudgingly he knew that Tonks had won the clothing argument.
"No, here visiting for a while. I'm from Wiltshire."
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It was close enough to the truth. He noted that Lucky seemed to be favoring him and continued to pet the dog as they talked.
"I guess it's safe to say I know nothing about this area and was simply exploring it today."
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And he enjoyed it...breaking from this mold his parents tried had enforced on him since day one. It seemed rather easy to talk with him...and Draco had a hard time trying to decide what was okay to say and not. Hesitantly he held out his hand as well and shook Jake's hand. He wasn't one to shake hands with anyone and the fact that he shook Jake's hand was a gesture to show that he was trying to change.
"Er...the name's Draco..." he responded with a sheepish grin. He knew his name had to stand out as even in the wizarding world people always gave odd reactions to his name. "My mother has a big thing with constellations..."
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Lucky finally stopped leaning so hard into Draco and was sniffing at the sidewalk curiously, but Jake's attention was on Draco. "What sort of scene you into?"
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Quickly, he glanced at his watch to see how much time he had left, with out trying to be rude. He certainly wasn't trying to cut Jake off, he was actually enjoying himself. He knew he couldn't afford to miss the meeting Remus had set up for him. He made a face realizing that not a lot of time was left.
"I'll simply go with what you have to suggest." Draco answered. "Only I can't hang around too much longer, I have a meeting to attend to that I can't afford to miss."
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Dark eyes glinted as he laughed. "Unless you'd rather stick with the family."
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The thought to be among other people his age...even if they were Muggle was tempting. Then there was the fact he hadn't been to a party before...at least none that weren't formal. Nor, did he want to sound needy and desperate.
"And where do I meet if I decide to attend?" Draco replied.
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So this group wanted to drink. He wasn't too keen on the idea, but he still may check it out. He was more familiar with wines then beers. He wondered if getting the drinks was some kind of test to see what he was like. He raised an eyebrow. "What drinks are you looking to get?"
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"Here. If you want, come by."
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"Thanks," Draco replied and tucked the piece of paper in his pants pocket. "I can't make any promises, but I'll do my best to swing by."
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Lucky gave one more quick lick of Draco's hand before dog and owner started down the street towards the residential area up the street, the iced coffee dangling from Jake's hand as they walked.
Which left Draco enough time to get back to Remus' home, if he could find the way.
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Also, he wondered where Tonks was. How much of it had she seen? He had tried his best to keep an eye out for her, but with all the commotion going on it was hard. Or was Tonks Jake? At this point he didn't know and he assumed he would learn later.
Eventually he found his way back to Remus's home. There were a couple of times where he thought he made a wrong turn when he didn't see a familiar landmark, but to his own relief he did find his way back home...with out having to use magic.
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"Good to see you back, and just in time." He didn't seem shocked or anything, and Tonks had a bit of a smile on her lips as she turned to check on her son. "We'll still need to hurry to make sure we're there on time, however."
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