Blaise appeared to be quite focused on his face, and Draco figured he had several minutes before Blaise would look away from the mirror. He pushed his sleeve up and rubbed his arm, kneading deep into the muscles that had started to cramp from tension. He thought about shrugging off Blaise's question, but it seemed a bit idiotic to lie when there'd been a witness. Watching as his parents died were the bad ones. Being their executioner, those were really bad. Tonight's dream had been about normal. "Yeah," he said in a low voice, staring down at his arm. "Yeah, usually. Sometimes they're worse."
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