Since the clandestine meeting with Snape, Draco had been even more on edge as he waited for the other shoe to drop, but looking through the journals for the past few days had certainly given him at least something to laugh at. Distract himself. The idea of Nott on a tear through the Ministry looking for invisible ponies, for instance, was quite a good laugh.
By the time he came into the dorm room, however, he was past laughing. Tense again, worried, he hid it behind a sneer and a worse attitude than usual. That Nott was the only other of their dormmates in the room so far went a bit toward making it easier, at least. If he was about with Greg and Vince, the only ones he truly thought were going to take the Mark and follow him in on his orders, it would have been more of a headache.
"Nott," he said, tugging off his tie and stepping out of his shoes. "Still babbling?"