Draco tried to go to the Grand Opening for Brain Freeze and That's a Wrap. He got up early, he fed Spock (really, what the hell was he doing with a pet and what was a damn spock), he made sure the girls had breakfast, and then he watched as everyone went about their days. He even got as far as the chair near the entrance to Malfoy Manor, before he felt winded and sat down. Healer Anderson called things like that a panic attack and said naming the damn experience gave Draco power over it. Ha, really? He sure didn't feel powerful sitting there like a silly child too afraid to move. He heard his father's voice chiding him. He wasn't ready to live in the Manor. Lucius haunted him. The war haunted him. Oh, they followed him to that cottage back home too, but here? Well, the memories were everywhere.
"Get a bloody grip, Malfoy." He took a deep breath and started to count, just like Anderson told him to. "...seven, eight, ni---what?" His heartbeat quickened again. What was that voice? It was definitely a man's voice, but the girls didn't mention expecting any visitors and Draco hadn't made any plans so...a sickening thought occurred. It was his dad, wasn't it? It was his dad back to reclaim his rightful place in the Manor.
He wasn't sure how long he sat there, but the yelling didn't stop. "Alright, you can do this, just go see who is there," Draco said. "Just go look out the window..." He pushed the curtains just far enough to peek out. "Goyle?" He squinted. Yes, that was definitely Greg. Draco remembered he promised to see him soon.
It took him a minute more to convince himself to open the door, but he finally did. He flicked his wand to lift the wards, but didn't step foot outside. "Hullo!" He called.