The flickering silver string was poured in a vial and he sent it floating into the leather worn out vanishing suitcase. Malfoy stood on the balcony and the bay view greeted him with golden specks of sunlight reflected on the ocean water. He pulled off his shirt and let it drop on the floor. Trying to inhale the sea air he noticed how dry his mouth was and instead of water conjured a bottle of rum that he knew was lying under the bed. He took a straight gulp from the bottle and wrinkled his nose making a guttural sound. Looking now amused at some kids diving from the fortress wall down the bay. It looked like a deep dive from a distance by the way the water splashed under their feet. Blue sky... golden specks on the dark blueish water. 