But Jackson didn't know that. Draco was supposed to be terrible. That's what he'd prepared for, what everyone was waiting for. Wasn't that why he showed off what was on his arm? As a threat? Something to keep his wayward student from asking too many questions. At least, that's what Jackson had convinced himself of after the fact.

He just shook his head, unable to find his voice. His teeth clenched visibly, trying to ground himself. He wanted to do snap at Draco, prove he wasn't scared. But he couldn't summon his customary anger, false or otherwise, to hide behind.