A beginning sense of dread filled Draco’s chest as he made to start pounding on the door, no longer caring what a spectacle he would make to any witnesses. A wizard without his wand was weak and vulnerable and Draco hated nothing more than being either of those things. As soon as he turned on his heel, Draco’s knees buckled underneath his weight, his hands shooting out to stop his face from bouncing off the hard pavement below. The rest of him hadn’t fared so nicely, the air getting kicked out of him as his chest hit the ground, a resounding tear in the air letting him know the fabric of his expensive suit had been cut along the elbows and knees.