Draco sat awkwardly on the stairs and started on the bowl of muesli. It too tasted disproportionately delicious; he had not only been thirsty, he had been so hungry nearly anything would have tasted good. He told himself that he would only eat half of it, and save the rest for later, just in case. That didn’t work out the way he planned – he’d wolfed the bloody lot down before he could stop himself. He drank all the orange juice and left the empty plate and glass on the stairs where he had found them, clambering back down with the bottle of water.