Draco’s entire body ached from the intense training sessions that Dawlish and Robards had put him and the other new recruits through that morning. Between the duelling, learning basic first aid, studying all the laws and regulations that they would have to follow, and making sure their bodies were in top physical shape – Draco was spent. His mind was racing off into a million different places, thinking of what he could have done differently in his latest practical exam up against bloody Satin Potter to if he'd eaten recently. All of it swirling together. 