Draco shook his head, Theodore's own edginess not exactly helping his own. He reached out a hand and placed it on Theodore's jiggling leg. "It is only with everything that is going on right now. With the memorial coming up soon and having-"
Draco sighed deeply.
"I had wanted to really prove myself this year, you know? But now I am headboy of a school with hardly any pupils. And the ones that remain are the ones who detest me." He rolled his shoulders again, frowning at the ache in his back.