Lupin nods and dismisses him with polite thanks, and Draco goes back to his tiny box of a room. Even with everyone sharing and tri-level bunk beds built in most of the bedrooms, they’ve had to carve the attic up into what could properly be called cells, with just enough room in each one for a narrow camp bed and a small trunk to store belongings in. Draco remains grateful, though, that no one could expect these rooms to be shared, and at night he can pull the curtain over the door and cast a silencing charm. Nobody knows about the nightmares.