No, the wrongness sat squarely with Draco and Draco alone. He watched silently from the periphery of the party as everyone chatted and drank and played games. He sipped his beer and tried to keep up with pleasantries and answer idle small talk when he was engaged. He found himself struggling with more than a few word answers as he drew down a mask of cool but benign blankness. Inside, he was simmering.