Settling in the Great Hall for dinner wasn't as calm as it was before. Whispers of a string of murders spread in the halls through and about, murders that say horrors about the manipulation of one's flesh and sanguine. He didn't buy into it, nor did he engage in the whispers regarding an individual who roams the halls with a wand in hand and a mouth that spoke of the Cruor Exponentia forbidden spells. It was a terrible timing after all, for there was also a search for that bloke Potter was getting himself into trouble again around campus, aswell as Dementors, all settling onto Hogwarts' matters like a pile of dung.

He picked on the tidbits of food on his plate, scoffing at Crabbe and Goyle's own gossip about the murders.

"Could you please quit yappin' about the murders? It's ruining my appetite." Draco barked with a roll of his eyes, taking an unenthusiastic bite from his food, trying to distract himself from the small orb of anxiety that was building up inside of him due to the mentions of the murders.