In an impressive wave of accidental or wandless magic, the Pensive exploded, the table exploded and Draco's hands were engulfed in flames. His wings erupted from his back and stretched. They took Draco into the air where he hoovered like a reincarnation of a fallen angel preparing for an apocalyptic war. His eyes were black as the night, and when he screeched, it sounded like a battlecry mixed with all the pain of the world. 