Grey eyes turned to narrow on Jamie Potter. A sneer formed before he could even help it, not that he wanted to. Of all the people here who wanted to try and reach out to him, it had to be Potter's spawn. Potter's spawn, Merlin's balls, Draco thought, heaving a sigh as he watched his sad attempt at wandless magic. "You say your father mastered wandless magic in your time. Has he not bothered to teach you any of it? Honestly, that's pathetic, if that's the best you can do."
During his final year, Draco had worked hard at wandless magic, knowing he had to get a leg up as much as possible over his enemies, who could cast far more powerful and deadly spells than he could. As it were, he leaned against the wall, crossing his arms. "Go ahead, then. Show me what else you can do."