Somewhere, a leak persisted and the most minute of droplets of water spilled one by one onto the floor of his cell, just beyond the foot of his cot. Each day, Draco allowed the sound to lull him into a meditative state so that he could escape, if only for a few minutes, into his mind. Sure he couldn’t cast magic in his cell, but he could occlude. He tried his best to avoid fully occluding and instead focused on the meditative aspect. 