"No." Draco seemed to be addressing John as well as the occupants of the room. There were several people stood about, some wearing headsets, some with notepads, some tapping out things on tablets or fiddling about with machines Harry couldn’t imagine the name of. The room gave the impression of some sort of electronic musical laboratory, with towering speakers and flashing monitors, cords snaking along the ground from every which way. The people all seemed to cower slightly at Draco’s appearance. "What the bleeding fuck are you doing?"