"I'm hardly random. I've been here too long for that," Draco scoffed mildly, the twist of his mouth wry. All the same, he was happy to take a large chug of the drink, grateful for the familiar burn down his throat. That would soften it all somewhat. He had no idea what he wanted anymore.
He sniffed, though. "I do indeed. I expect you're enjoying it far too much. Oh, to be Harry Potter and to get my kicks from 'upsetting the apple cart', as you put it." One hand fluttered to Draco's chest in a dramatic show of pearl-clutching.
"I'm doing all right. I've been better. Actually, I was doing much better this time last month, give or take a bit. But never mind that."
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He sniffed, though. "I do indeed. I expect you're enjoying it far too much. Oh, to be Harry Potter and to get my kicks from 'upsetting the apple cart', as you put it." One hand fluttered to Draco's chest in a dramatic show of pearl-clutching.
"I'm doing all right. I've been better. Actually, I was doing much better this time last month, give or take a bit. But never mind that."