For not the first time in that Arena, Draco was glad he got ahold of a decent conduit. It still felt weird; his magic wasn't working the way it ought to, and it was more tiring than it should have been. Like he was working with a tool that wasn't meant for him. But it would do the trick for now.
"Says you. The one who stabbed me to death in my sleeping bag. And then I'll bet you stole everything I had, too. Did you manage to salvage the bag? Did you use it as it was, covered in my blood? Or did you let them take it away - out of sight, out of mind, isn't that what they say?" He hissed, more than a little pleased that Howard sounded so terrified. It was absolutely empowering, hearing someone actually afraid of him like this.
"I'm not planning on letting you go. I have plans for you." Draco grinned to himself in the dark, the expression too wild. "But feel free to try and escape, if that's what you like. If you can, of course." And with that, he segued into the first charm that came to mind, another of the Unforgivables: "Crucio."
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"Says you. The one who stabbed me to death in my sleeping bag. And then I'll bet you stole everything I had, too. Did you manage to salvage the bag? Did you use it as it was, covered in my blood? Or did you let them take it away - out of sight, out of mind, isn't that what they say?" He hissed, more than a little pleased that Howard sounded so terrified. It was absolutely empowering, hearing someone actually afraid of him like this.
"I'm not planning on letting you go. I have plans for you." Draco grinned to himself in the dark, the expression too wild. "But feel free to try and escape, if that's what you like. If you can, of course." And with that, he segued into the first charm that came to mind, another of the Unforgivables: "Crucio."