Draco didn't move when they were suddenly plunged into darkness. He got the feeling that Howard didn't like what he saw, and that really only made him feel better about himself. Wild thoughts of revenge danced in his head, and he imagined that this was the sort of thing that the Capitol thrived on. Maybe it would help him win one of these days - but then, what would he do with his time? Who knew.

He muttered a hasty Lumos under his breath, a light emitting from the stick in a wavering white glow that filled the immediate area far better than the lighter had.

"Like hell you won't," Draco spat, his free hand moving to his trousers, pulling out a knife of his own and flicking it open with a fumble. "Like you didn't the last time around? I was unarmed. I was fucking asleep. And yet-"

He cut himself off, wickedness playing in the corners of his mouth. "Well, now we're both armed. And I do think that I've got a bit of a one-up on you this time around," he went on, folding his knife back up and tucking it away. Lifting his wand a little, the light that stemmed from it bowed and bent, casting odd shadows on the walls. "But I bet you didn't think about that, did you? You thought you'd always get the advantage, didn't you?"