Obviously. Though Draco has really no inclination to take up her methods of coping with stress and panic and fear, nor does he want any sort of excuse to start. He's perfectly content with his (poor) methods, even if they aren't getting him anywhere right now. There's nowhere that he needs to be except home, and right now, he doesn't feel like there's anything he can do about that. He feels very much stuck.
It's a horrid feeling, especially when he's only presented with a girl who seems intent on killing him with a rock, of all things.
"Speak for yourself," he tells her, sneering a little more. "You're the one treating me like I'm about to attack you." Seriously. He's in his pyjamas. And she clearly woke up first. "You are most certainly not helping any of this."
It occurs to him, finally, that he's not only in his pyjamas, but without his wand, and without the faint sensation of magic within him. He feels exceedingly vulnerable, not that he says as much or even lets it cross his features. He's happy glaring at her.
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It's a horrid feeling, especially when he's only presented with a girl who seems intent on killing him with a rock, of all things.
"Speak for yourself," he tells her, sneering a little more. "You're the one treating me like I'm about to attack you." Seriously. He's in his pyjamas. And she clearly woke up first. "You are most certainly not helping any of this."
It occurs to him, finally, that he's not only in his pyjamas, but without his wand, and without the faint sensation of magic within him. He feels exceedingly vulnerable, not that he says as much or even lets it cross his features. He's happy glaring at her.