"Wha —oh," Theo went suddenly quiet. Harry turned round to look at him. His book rested open on his chest, and he was staring at the page in his hand. Staring at —well, a rather decent likeness of himself —laughing as Bethesda slithered from his arm to curl around his neck. "Draco, you drew this?" Harry hadn’t looked at his own picture yet. He was slightly terrified for some odd reason. 