Draco was also excited. He was animated by a vengeful joy that illuminated his eyes with an intriguing glow. He wasn't the same adult that Rose had superficially know, who could still, in some ways, be compared to her parents at the Burrow. It wasn't the usual moral barriers guiding him either, nor that kind of wisdom useful in finding peaceful solutions to problems: his attitude was precisely the one of a Wizard born, raised and living closely to the dark side of magic.