"Draco," his mother hissed. She took his chin between her iron-clad grip and surveyed his face. Her own expression was stoic, but Draco recognized the twinkle in his mother's eyes. It spoke volumes when she didn't; she was toeing the line of murder. "Fuck them," she swore under her breath. She released him so forcefully his spine collided with the cabinets behind him. "Sit." He sat; Draco knew better than disobey her when her mood had gone this sideways.