It had been going so well, up until about two minutes ago, when bloody Crabbe and bloody Goyle had burst into the Room of Requirement as Draco and the rest of the team hunted frantically through Merlin knew how many decades of hidden junk, looking for one small tiara. He had been searching an aisle near the door, the other members of the team split up amongst the junk so as to cover more ground. The first indication that Draco had gotten of his old lackeys’ presence was when a curse struck the pile of furniture, books and other odds and ends he was hunting through. The resulting explosion blasted him backward through the air, hand tight on his wand. He hit the ground with a thud and scrambled to his feet gasping for air, eyes landing on – "Crabbe? Goyle? What...?" He dodged another spell; cast by Goyle, who advanced on him with a scowl.