Tilting his head, further mockery twisted his eyebrows, as if he in no way believed Malfoy and found him utterly pathetic for it. It looked like Jackson, sort of. The type of look he'd given many fumbling first years, but on a level of cruelty that dwarfed even Draco himself in his younger days.

"You can't even help yourself. What are you going to do? Hm? Stun me? Paralyze me? For all your...involvement with the Dark Arts, you have no idea what you're up against." Even the fundamental cadence of his words had changed. Though it was Jackson's own voice, it didn't sound much like him.