The silence that fell after Zabini locked them in was oppressive, insidious, and layered. It held memories of past horrors and promises of future nightmares. Wrapped inside it, the pricking feeling of a youth long lost and wasted. Threatening to suffocate Draco.  Push it down, look away, lock it in a secluded corner of your mind. There was no time for deep thoughts about their lives. Keep moving forward, ever forward.