Something changed. The air tasted different, it was salty and sour on his tongue. Draco wasn’t a big fan of changes, they were unpleasant. When you had to shift, adjust, rearrange, redo, and re-learn. He was used to stability. To control. Draco liked to keep everything in his hands, people on a short leash. He didn't like sinking into the abyss of renewal and novelty.