He looked around for a likely place to sit, but it all looked the same. In the end he was simply too tired to stand any longer and stumbled to a corner of the cellar, slumping back against the junction of the two walls and sliding slowly down. It was cold on the dirt, a draught whisking along the ground and chilling him further and Draco shivered, awkwardly pulling his coat around him and huddling up to conserve body heat.