He lived in a world where he expected very certain things to happen, all right? Interdimensional travel was out of the question. Especially since he still thought he'd been kidnapped out of his bed.

"Of course they are," Draco scoffed, rolling his eyes and offering a heavy sigh up to no one in particular. They were probably going to get themselves killed, hanging around bickering like this, but it was terribly important. And Draco had to win the argument. "I've touched them. They're incredibly real, you nitwit."