It wasn’t much, but it was more than he had to go on without his own magic at his disposal currently. Draco’s hands shot out in front of him, seeking a solid surface. Something smooth and flat connected with his palm, so Draco followed its path back toward the door. When his hand hit a ridged surface and connected with the tips of his fingers, Draco attempted to move it. It did not budge side to side, but when he ran his hand down the wall, the switch moved, and two lamps flickered to life, illuminating the room. Draco turned to face the room once more but stopped immediately at the sight before him. 