"Missing a rather crucial element, aren’t you?" Draco sneered as his hands danced over knobs and buttons on the table. The music abruptly cut off. Whatever he was doing - or seeing - on the table seemed to anger him more. The sound became discordant and piercing. Draco wrenched the headphones off and wagged a finger at the dusty dungarees-man. "I left all of this perfect last night. What the hell happened? Who touched this?"