"Twenty one now, and my birthday is June fifth, thank you very much." Grey eyes studied the Potter beside him. Just as insufferable the one he knew. He sighed dramatically, then pulled a piece of fabric out of his pocket. Using his hand to make a point, the fabric shifted and grew until it resembled a blanket. Green, of course. Draco put it down beneath him and finally slid down to sit.
"If you wish to learn, then so be it. I was taught by the best of the best, and I don't mean my father. I could easily beat Lucius in a duel now if I needed to." Was he bragging? Probably, but that was to make a point right now. Lucius hadn't needed to master everything because he already held a position of power. "What would you like to see?" There was a hint of a sneer in his voice, as if to say, geeze, I have to entertain a Potter now.