[ Well, isn't this just perfect. Not only is he soaking wet, in the some unknown place with his clothes practically ruined, but he is also stuck with the creature that he absolutely despises. Draco glares at the Hippogriff, one so very similar to the one that nearly maimed him when he was younger. As if wanting to make him even angrier, the creature has the bloody audacity to shake away the water that clung to it's feathers directly onto Draco. He should take deep breaths. He should be a lot calmer and try to analyze the situation objectively.

But he doesn't. Because he is absolutely fed up. ]

Do you mind?! You stupid bird...

[ He reaches into his pocket to pull out his wand, a newer one since he never did get his older one back, and does some quick wand movements for a drying charm. But nothing happens. He's still wet, unfortunately. Draco looks at his wand as if it just betrayed him, tapping it against the palm of his hand as if it were a remote. But nothing changes.

Great, just great.

The hippogriff, in an attempt to cheer Draco up, pulls on the fabric of his sleeves. Draco jerks his arm away and the sound of a ripping fabric nearly makes him want to vomit. ]

Now look at what you've done! This was silk, birdbrain!

[ And that is how Draco Malfoy, heir to the Malfoy family, found himself arguing with an oversized bird instead of trying to immediately leave like everyone else. ]

[ Finally dry and cleaned, Draco is happy and all too ready to enjoy a nice meal after a long day. His hippogriff "familiar" had finally left which let Draco take a deep breath and really think about his situation. His wand didn't work and he was no better than a squib at the moment. Besides the blatant humiliation that came with that fact, there was also the worrying issue that he wouldn't be able to use magic. If someone were to attack him from behind then he would be utterly defenseless. It's not like he was the strongest of individuals. He relied on magic, like any other pureblood wizard, and not on physical strength like an Auror or something similar.

It seemed that he would have to rely on his Slytherin traits to carry him through this dark time. It wouldn't have been the first time that he had to. Maybe if he kept a sneer on his face it would keep him from being mugged or attacked. Being intimidating was all he really had left.

With that idea in mind, Draco carefully inspected the food. The French cuisine is something that catches his attention. Quiche, steak tartare, duck confit... all good choices. He didn't know what to choose to eat first. At least this place had good tastes. He inspects the drinks. And by drinks, he means mostly the alcohol. ]

What, no Firewhiskey? Hell, I'd take even a butterbeer at this point...

[ He nods his head towards the person next to him. May as well attempt to be cordial while he's stuck here. ]

What do you recommend?

[ The first time, Draco thinks that maybe he simply took a wrong turn. The second time, Draco is suspicious but tried again. But the third time, Draco realizes just what is going on.

He's trapped. ]

Merlin, you've got to be kidding me...

[ He swore under his breath, going on complete instincts when he whips out his wand to hold out in front of him. He looks around suspiciously as he tries to find just what the source of this spell is. He's a wizard and he had access to the Manor's library to learn plenty of unique spells not taught at Hogwarts. But this was something new entirely. He doesn't think he's ever seen anything like this kind of magic. Draco takes a deep breath and scratches at his left forearm as a slight panic sets in. He doesn't know what to do our just how to get out of this.

What is he supposed to do when he wants to run away but is simply not allowed to?

He takes a deep breath and decides to call for help. Maybe someone else is just as lost as he is. ]

Hello? Is there anyone else out there?!

[ Hit me with anything! ]