Draco sighed, loudly and with no subtlety whatsoever. Typical Weasley sticking his nose in everything and refusing to stay out of other people's business. "It doesn't have a name," he said, picking up a ladle of a specific size and stirring gently. "Like I said, it's recreational. A bit of a high. You know?" he glanced over at Weasley, thinking he wouldn't be at all surprised to find out Weasley had never touched so much as a drag of Gillyweed in his life. Though he did carry around a lighter, Draco remembered. "I'm going mad in here with no drugs, not even any cigarettes. And no one's using any of this stuff." Satisfied with the colour and texture, he glanced over again. "Going to turn me in?"