Rude didn't begin to cover it, Draco thought. He wanted to slap Macnair. Draco's father belonged to him. If Lucius Malfoy was going to fuck up anyone, it was his son. Not some stranger who claimed to have slept with him.
"Lucy," Walden said loudly, trying not to show how frustrating it was when they got out of control like this. He could see Draco wanted to leap across the circle and make Radley take his words back. "Lucy, why don't you share with the group and then we'll start partner exercises?"
Lucy nodded, straightening her skirt hem. "I'm Lucy and I have OCD and I suffer from disordered eating brought on by the lack of control I had in my life growing up, and the belief that things would improve if I made myself meet some arbitraty guidelines." She paused, glancing at Walden briefly. "And... I have dissociative identity disorder as well."
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