Keeping his eyes downcast and occluding, Draco put his attention on trying to pick out the individual threads of the rug on the drawing room floor as they filed inside. Draco followed his mother towards the struggle that he could hear taking place, not wanting to see what was happening. He wouldn’t look up, not until he had to. He tried to breathe through his panic knowing that he’d have to lie to his deranged aunt’s face, and that was a death sentence.