"I thought Perfect Potter was always right?" Draco teased. "I think a lot of people are focused on things that make sense. And like we both said, Hogwarts never has and never will make sense. The place is a death trap, even when everyone was alive."
Draco rolled his eyes, because his father hadn't given two shits about anything in a long time.
"Screw my father, if I want to eat those stupid feathery things then we eat them. Though I hope it doesn't come to that."
He nodded, because the two of them did make the most sense. Draco had no illusions, he knew Potter was and always would be the superior dueler.
"Deal. And don't think you're touching my clothes, you'll get commoner on them." His tone was light, clearly teasing. "Though who knows what future me wore. You don't think I'll have lost.my impeccable fashion sense in my old age, do you?"