Draco nodded again, recognising the pen easily but not because of his involvement with the death eaters. Instead, Draco recognised the pen as a Zabini family heirloom, something that Blaise had dragged with him to Hogwarts after Christmas in fourth or so year. Draco couldn’t remember exactly which of his mother’s husbands had gifted it to him, but Draco knew that it was a family heirloom.<br/>“Must have been the ink yeah,” he stated in a thoughtful voice, the picture of the pen reminding him of an easier time in his life. He had hardly been involved with the Death Eaters when Blaise had first shown him that pen, but it probably shouldn’t come as a big surprise to him that they had someone persuaded Blaise to give it up for the cause, or maybe they hadn’t even asked.<br/>“The pen itself is harmless,” he stated with a shrug, a good sense of authority on the matter present in his voice. He felt absolutely certain that it wasn’t the pen.<br/>“Unless you chewed on it of course,” he added with a soft smile playing on his lips at the mental image.