At some point, Draco comes into view. Although it would have been more comfortable to let the cups float, he carries them in his hands to the table. The steam rising from the tea curls in front of his pale face, but he cannot hide the undisguised suspicion in his narrowed eyes. Lips drawn into a line, he gently sets one cup down in front of Scorpius, then leans forward and slams the other down on the table in front of Albus, making him jump.