Hearing his name in a sing-songy tone from behind him in the dead of the night made the hairs on the back of Draco’s neck stand on end and sent a sobering chill down his spine as instinctually he reached into his cloak for his wand as he turned to square off the source of his name. Seconds later his eyes focused upon the source of the voice and Draco swallowed hard as a great pit in his stomach churned. Amycus Carrow was not the person Draco had expected, or wanted for that matter, if he even had any such expectations to begin with. Being caught so off guard combined with the effects of a decent amount of firewhiskey had Draco clench his jaw as he stood his ground and absorbed the words spoken to him, wand out, but remaining lowered for the time being.
“What is it you think I’m doing,” Draco paused for a moment as if to consider the next word, “Professor.” He finished coolly, slightly hesitant to address Amycus as Professor as his previous experience with the man and his sister had left a very bitter taste in his mouth. Amycus Carrow and his sister were hardly any more sane than his own Aunt Bellatrix had been and such a disposition was not one Draco wanted to trifle with – let alone in the dead of the night alone.