The room around Draco was flashing with the lights of battle, and Draco couldn’t stop himself from recoiling every time a stray spell came anywhere near him. There were only two dim lamps to light the large library, and the flickering curses illuminating the room in brief bursts made everything seem disjointed and surreal. Draco couldn’t focus properly on his enemy this far away with the lights confusing his vision; even squinting at the other wizard, it was too hard to focus. He swore and lurched forward, with each step like knives stabbing into his burnt leg, hurling spell after spell at the wizard duelling him. The bastard just wouldn’t fucking die.