The other was dropped as Draco glared down at the two objects before carefully picking them up and setting them aside in his room. Whatever that thing was, it wasn’t near human. He didn’t think he could eat someone like that, to basically act as a dementor. He shuddered again, and threw up the glamor over him. It was one thing that was keeping him more human, and while he could have netted Azkaban the dementors couldn’t affect him. They affected his father to an extent, but not by much. 