Magic Conversion Potion and Another Attack (IV)

"Potions were limited." His voice dropped lower, so low it was like he was sharing a secret no one else was allowed to hear. "Priority went to core members and... promising new blood from the families, those worthy of further cultivation."

When he said "new blood," his gaze fell on the Ravenclaw sixth-year boy. The boy's Adam's apple bobbed, and his fingers curled against his knees.

Draco reached into the suitcase and picked up a bottle of potion, his movements casual, as though he were taking a glass of water from a coffee table. His fingers were long and pale, his nails neatly trimmed. The bottle spun once between his fingers, and its faint blue glow scattered specks of light over the back of his hand. He was not looking at the bottle. He was looking at the Ravenclaw sixth-year boy.

"What are you waiting for?" Draco's voice was not loud, but every word sounded as though it had been soaked in icy water, carrying cold, emotionless pressure. "Waiting for me to feed it to you?"

The boy's face immediately flushed red. He reached out and took a bottle from the suitcase, his movements stiff, as if he were picking up a hot potato. His fingers tightened around the bottle, his knuckles turning white.

"Shadow Circle has no need for cowards, and no need for trash." Draco pulled out the stopper and raised the potion to his lips. The faint blue liquid trembled slightly at the mouth of the bottle, giving off a light scent like ozone mixed with cedar. Without hesitation, he tipped his head back and drank it in one gulp. His Adam's apple bobbed as the bottle turned upside down and the last drop slipped into his mouth. He set the empty bottle on the table, mouth