Draco walked through the dark night, using his wand to illuminate his path. He was tired and starving; but he couldn't go home, he had a point to make. Coming across a lit street, he mumbled 'nox' and his wands glow faded. His eyes flicked up to the sign that clung to a lamp post.
"Privet Drive." he read aloud, scoffing. "Such a muggle name."
He walked until sunrise, getting familiar with the small area he had landed in. Walking a little more, he found a play-yard in an empty field. Needing to rest, he set his trunk down. He folded the skirt under him as he sat on the singular swing.
