Draco looks ghoulish, like someone shining a flashlight under their face at a slumber party. The wand looks like a hand-carved stake. Howard flicks the light back off, plunging them back into total darkness. He takes a few seconds to stumble backwards more, cursing silently when he backs up against the wall.

"Look, I won't hurt you if you don't hurt me. I'm armed, so I can..." He doesn't say 'with a knife', because the last time he had a knife he stabbed Draco like a baked potato ready for the oven. He'd rather not remind Draco of that, although he's sure the other guy hasn't forgotten.

He hopes Draco didn't see the blood all over Howard's white pants, doesn't hear the way he limped back.