Draco was taken aback. In a good half minute, he had indulged in enough angst to convince himself that all hope was lost and that his life was probably over as well. He had been out of his depth ever since leaving Hogwarts. It was upsetting, really, to be forced to deal with yet another intimidating figure. But now John had discarded his belligerence, and had made a friendly overture. Perhaps there was still something to work with, here.

“Pleased to meet you as well, John. I’m Draco,” he said, deciding at the last moment not to recite his full name, as impressive as it was. After all, John had only given his first name, and Draco didn’t want to give out more information that he received. Also, he had the inkling that a long, royal sounding name might just piss John off again. “Yes, I know Crowley. I’m here as a favor to him, actually.”

He paused, and then thought, What the hell, we’re being polite. “I’m sorry I pulled it out before, but do you think you could let me have my wand back now?