Draco saw the end of Theo's wand pointed at Macmillans feet just as he tripped over nothing and fell on his face. They stepped over him gracefully, snickering as he looked for the thing that tripped him up, not even considering that Theo could do a non-verbal spell. They sat in front of the shiniest cauldrons with unadulterated glee plastered across their smug faces and waited for Slughorn to start teaching. 