Artesian Masterwork / Victoria Evans / ?Mudblood?/ Draco Malfoy

#DRAFT

Groggily I come to, my vision blurry.

My mind was mess.

What was the last thing that I remember... ? That stupid sham trial

Waking up standing was an unnerving experience.

Where am I exactly? There was no detail to the space just an infinite void of white. Honestly it was a extremely unnerving.

Look around for my wand. Of course I don't have it on me.

"The headmaster, will get me out. He won't let this stand!"

"I wouldn't be so sure Evans, your trial was quite damming. Considering how much dirty laundry they found, you got off pretty lightly."

"But he might get you out, these things take time though. Who knows your sentence might be up before you he gets you out."

"Where the fuck am I ?"

"Haven't been following the news Evan's ? This is a mudblood box, quite fitting for you really."

"What the fuck is a muggleborn box?"

Magic flares up around you, fucking Draco!