Bloody fine," said Draco, fiddling with his wand in his pocket. He wanted to lend it to her, but something inside of his head was still blocking him. So, instead, he moved his free hand into his other pocket, where Flint's wand was, and pulled it out. He walked into the kitchen and handed it to her. "Here," he said. "You can use it this once. Then I'm disposing of it.