Draco snickered silently, his head jerking slightly as he tilted himself forward unconsciously. His mind has been fused. He didn't allow any thought since the moment they printed the stupid newspaper. His life turned into a vicious circle with only two points of contact. In the evenings he would indulge in marijuana or powder, washing his mind of anything obscene that sought to break through the synthetic wall of drugs. At night he felt good, and he finally began to sleep.