Listlessly, they emptied some of the food in their bags out onto the desk - finding that McGonagall had bottled pumpkin juice for them as well. They were finally slouched in their chairs, eyes fixed on the blackboard, but saying nothing. Harry would compare the feeling to coming home after an exceptionally long holiday - everything was familiar but you couldn’t quite believe this was your real life. Draco seemed equally dazed, eyes dancing around the room, occasionally finding Harry’s throat, but not seeming to really absorb anything.