Draco pulled his sunglasses off of his head and folded them together impatiently. It gave him something to do with his hands and it stopped any of them from seeing the genuine trembling in his fingertips. This was all too familiar. The patrolling, the waiting around.
"What am I supposed to do? They won't listen to me. They won't listen to anyone. If something's going on, it's bound to be chaos and no person can stop that." He found the nearest chair and sat down in it, crossing a leg over the other and folding his arms tightly. "Especially not me."