But it looked as if it sounded – fucked up. They kept talking about Halloween, the project, and Theo’s groups, and all Draco could think of was the plastic back that warmed up in his palm. He felt cold sweat running down his spine and all the memories and feelings that he bottled so carefully just broke. They were thrown on the floor just like the bottle of red vine that slipped from someone’s hands, and now stains of it were covering every inch of the room. 