He shrugged. "Others had it worse. My aunt Dee-Dee took me in. Some things you thought you wanted as a child turn out to be completely rubbish, you know? I wanted to make my Dad proud by becoming a famous Quidditch player, get rich off of endorsements through Malfoy Industries." He shrugged it off. "Childish dream, that." He looked past me. "And there's my relief. I'm not tired at all, mind if I stick around?" A look went over his face and he went stony. "Bugger." He muttered under his breath.