Draco was pretty sure the murder thing was hyperbole, but who knew with the Dark Lord? He glanced at Blaise, relaxing a little when he saw a familiar face. And then letting go of Merlin's hand because it was weird for two sixteen-year-old boys to hold hands if they weren't together.
"Yes," he said. "You coming? I need coffee. I slept horribly last night. Is the essay for potions due tomorrow?"
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