By the scruff of his neck, like a dog, Draco found himself led into a dimly lit cell. Ironic, he thought, remembering his quip at Severus in the foyer. Severus released his grip and quickly spun around, showing his back to Draco as he fluttered out of through the narrow gate and down the hall. Shacklebolt followed – having neither spoken to nor looked at Draco, save that one venomous glance.