Draco stood on a balcony overlooking a green lawn full of children.  They were each dressed in what Mrs. Nichols called their "Sunday best."  Draco was fairly sure that had something to do with church.  Speaking of which, Draco had never been to church until the day before.  He did not want to go again.  They sang something called a "hymn," multiple times.  They stood, they sat, there was an in-depth discussion of a man murdered on a cross and his blood saving the people.  It sounded a frightening lot like Potter, and that was not making it better.  Mother, however, had seemed entirely unbothered.