When a Malfoy paled, they went almost alarmingly white. Honesty, a polar bear might looked tanned if it currently stood next to Draco.
"I-it--and--this." Draco stammered, trying to find the words. Everything he'd just thought about telling his father had gone out the window and he was almost immediately the twelve-year-old that his father had first accused him of being. His eyes flicked to the cane in his father's hands and then back to Lucius' eyes.
He bit the tip of his tongue to stop the nonsense for spewing and lowered his eyes to the ground out of well practised respect. "Father."