Draco didn't doubt for a second that his luck would run out eventually. It hadn't lasted between Arenas, after all - his go at the Cornucopia had seen him barely enough to last out the first week - and even after he figured out that his magic worked in that one section of the Arena, he wasn't holding his breath that things were going to work out well for him this time around.

But it was still worth a shot. He felt decent about his magic now - he was no longer forced to deal with wandless magic alone, not after he got that knife and found a twig he could carve into a facsimile of his long gone wand - and though he knew Howard wouldn't be all that afraid of having a stick pointed at him, Draco knew. That was good enough.

A cruel smirk cracked across his face when the lighter lit things up just enough to show him who he was dealing with, enough to illuminate the wand he had lifted in his defence. "Me. Nice seeing you again," Draco drawled in greeting.