"Well, yes, I know that," Draco protested as a heavy exhale escaped him, the sound coloured in relief and appreciation that it was actually two on two now. Or rather, two on one, now that they'd taken out three of the lot. Those odds were even more up Draco's alley.

He snapped a hex at the final attacker, smirking slightly to himself as it struck, earning a yelp, and sent the final man fleeing. Obviously, this was far more work than they'd planned on. Certainly not worth it.

Finally, he turned to properly regard the other young man, his smirk remaining on. Until, of course, he looked at the face. It was impossible not to recognise a number of his own features on someone else's face - it was nearly like looking at a mirror, albeit a slightly more...timid mirror.

"Merlin's beard."