Trapped
One day there was a commotion outside my office, and I heard Draco's voice — what the hell was he doing here? — the trolls weren't letting him through! I threw open the door before they could haul him away. He wore the wrong-coloured robe for my section! My assistant invented an appointment, and we got him into my office — fast. His eyes were a little dilated. I realised it hadn't been that long since the Arena.
"Want some lunch?" I asked finally.
He just nodded.