The potions were working nicely and Draco was beginning to physically feel better as the blood dried and was whisked away with a gentle scouring charm. However, while his physical pain was lessened, the depth of the conversation to come was one that both scared and pained him as telling his mother he’d gone completely against her wishes was a difficult prospect to face. But, if there had been any lesson it was one that thickened his resolve to continue working towards his beliefs – the beliefs that had been engrained in him since birth – that of a Purist society where his blood ruled supreme and peace in that purity reigned above all else. He could not stomach the violence, true, but he could not stomach such a degrading thought as an impure society.
“That my loyalties are solid and my dues are paid.” He said with a light uprise on the final words but a statement the indicated he was further in that perhaps she’d realized.