Term had only just begun, and Draco already severely regretted coming back. He’d known it would be hard, he’d known it was stupid, but he was determined to prove he was worth something and this seemed the best way to do it.
However, he hadn’t considered how hard it’d be to face the people he’d tortured last year. Or the family of those he had. It was like a list playing on repeat in his head, informing him of how he’d hurt everyone he was passing in the halls, either directly or indirectly.
It wasn’t quite time for supper, but Draco had nothing better to do than sit in the library and wait. His goal for the year was to keep his head down and get through it as quickly as possible. It wasn’t working.
With a deep sigh, he lifted his head and gave a half-hearted glare in the direction he’d felt the staring. “What?” He snapped. “Do you need to borrow a quill?”
