As if he heard Draco's internal musings, Potter spoke up behind Draco, who was staring out the dingy window, down towards the general area Weasley should be working on the Domina's wards. "Why couldn't we just get more of those capsule things, and use them on the Seven as well?" Draco sighed, leaning forward so his forehead rested on the window, breath fogging up the glass, but he remained silent. Let someone else with more patience answer the idiot.