"How dare you act and speak like that to me." Lucius demanded of his son. Pathetically. Draco straightened more fully, staring down at his father. When IT manifested he had grown perhaps a full foot and a half in one night. Along with other terrible things, and good things that would make lots of people jealous for. But now he felt like he towered over his father. "I am still your father." Draco let all the charms fall away as his father backed away with what looked like fear in his eyes. He didn't stand not yet. Crawling backwards almost cockroach like with his black robes around him. 