They swirled in the basin like whirlpools in the sea, shapes warped in and out of focus as they all stared into its depths. Draco dipped his head low and fell down through the pensieve followed by Theo and the headmaster seconds later. Draco had only experienced a pensieve twice in his life as they were incredibly hard to come across, however the sensation felt familiar. The memory being his own still held some comfort even though it was something he had tried for months to forget. "A bit of forewarning, this memory includes a visit to The Dark Lord." Draco’s mouth twitched as he said the name, no longer was he able to stand the facade he had created for himself.