Draco quickly got himself a cup of tea and snagged a couple of Luna's "anti-wrackspurt" cookies. He wasn't so sure they got rid of wrackspurts but they definitely made him feel better. He glanced up at the small amber bottles Blaise had tucked neatly on top of the fridge and sighed as he reached for one. Between the panic attack and the last few days of not being able to do much physically, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to carry Scorpius up the stairs for the throbbing in his chest. He downed the bottle with practiced precision. The less of it that he had to taste the better. It wasn’t that it tasted bad exactly- but it would keep him from tasting anything else for at least an hour. He took a deep breath as the pain eased almost immediately. It was still there, it was always there, but at least now he could think again.