He hadn’t meant to do it. Draco had spent perhaps a little too much time working on maintaining his Animagus form the past few weeks- mostly for something to do, considering visits like this one were few and far between, and he had so little to actually do in the manor by himself. It was easy to get lost in the much simpler mind of the animal.
Unfortunately, staying a ferret too long did have some side effects, like a predilection for shiny objects. The vial in particular was very pretty, and before he’d had time to be rational, Draco’s brain had decided he must have it for his hoard.
Not that he had a hoard forming under his bed, or anything of the like.
“Fine- fine, just a little twitchy, I suppose,“ he assured his godfather, frowning at the vial like it had caused the sudden outburst- though, to be fair, it technically had. “I’ve been cooped up for quite a while- I can’t wait until the house arrest is over.”
Severus did not get to visit Draco often; between work and his the unnervingly strict laws on the boy it was hard to work the time in. Naturally he had noticed – many things on his visits, but none of them were quite as strange as a Seeker’s dive for a potions bottle.
Both brows were arching skyward as Draco tried hard to pass his action off as nothing more than a result of being too long trapped in his own house, but in the end Severus opted to grant him mercy and not push it.
“It was for you regardless,” He confessed mildly. The deterioration of the boy’s physical health was as more due to his mental state and technical imprisonment than it was a lack of food, and he had experienced a similar melancholia enough to know a few remedies that could at least help make food easier to stomach. “Have you been sleeping well of late?” He inquired, doubting it most highly – though the bags beneath Draco’s eyes that had become so customary seemed to have lessened somewhat since his last visit a few weeks back.
Severely Archived 