[Draco frowns, an eyebrow ticking upward. It's a strange thing to ask, but he won't assume that the other man has suffered a head injury or something a lot less kind. Not yet anyway. He wants to know why he's in his home and where his parents are. He waves a hand, dismissing the question even as he answers it.]
Fifth of July, 1998. [He squares his shoulders, pretends as if this doesn't bother him, and steps closer.] Now tell me who you are.
no subject
Fifth of July, 1998. [He squares his shoulders, pretends as if this doesn't bother him, and steps closer.] Now tell me who you are.
And what you're doing in my home.. uninvited.