Draco shrugged off Sirius’ hold and slid further down the bench they were now sharing, "My mother is dead, two of my friends burned alive in Fiendfyre, I helped kill someone, even though he deserved it, I’m about to go to prison, no one can locate Lucius, and apparently, it’s no secret that I’m a werewolf. Why would the wolf have a name? That’s idiotic. Oh, not to mention I’ve got a distant relative who’s being way too fucking familiar with me. Shove off, Black."