Im gonna throw a PSL on you. [PLPSH vs SCNA day three]

Draco followed the general away from the ugly muggle statue. There was something about her that kept him moving forward – she was a general, after all, and that was mugglespeak for someone very important. He didn’t want to admit that she was a great leader, but somehow he trusted her after knowing her only one day.

They rested by flowers outside of a castle. The castle wasn’t nearly as spectacular as the Malfoy Manor, but it would do. Maybe muggles could have decent taste after all.

Draco halted in his tracks when he saw a strange man approaching.

“Get back!”

He withdrew his wand.

...

No magic?

The general rushed ahead of him with a giant glowing stick and sliced it clean through the boy's neck. Before Draco could react with absolute horror, another boy rushed forward with his own weapon. He tried to duck out of the way but nearly stumbled when his thigh exploded with pain.

I can't do anything without my magic.

Panicking, he stood up and turned the other direction.

This was not going well.

[Draco peaces out....again]