And that's what Draco was now, wasn't it? He said it over and over again in his head, feeling the word wind around his brain. He knew what it entailed. When in the water, he would have a fish tail instead of legs, fins on his arm and along his back, gills to breathe and scales peppering random places on his body. He knew he looked beautiful but, it didn’t mean he didn't feel disgusting. Outside of the water however, he would have the ability to control the water around him. He still had scales on random places of his body, but he had them glamoured for now. He had an allure, or a type of compulsion. He could make people do what he wanted with just the sound of his voice, he just changed his voice pitch and almost sang and they would do whatever he told them to. The Siren Song. He calls it a curse. He sighed as Blaise swam up next to him. He cocked his head to the side in question and Draco just shook his head at him, and swam on, fading into the depths of the black lake, Blaise swimming at his side.