"Water is water," he mumbled to himself, and crossed the long expanse of floor with dragging, tired steps. But when he got to the bucket, Draco could see it was empty. No cold, refreshing water. Just an empty bucket, and something white catching the light behind it...? He bent down and picked up the white thing, and it was soft in his hands. Muggle brand toilet paper? He recognised it from his recent few days on the run – using filthy Muggle public toilets. Draco blinked and stared back at the empty bucket, tired eyes eloquent with contempt.