The mention of a scar changed something in Draco’s expression, making him realise that maybe he had been going about this all wrong. This was completely new ground for him after all, so he rationally knew that he couldn’t know everything, yet it still bugged him that he hadn’t considered the fact that maybe something had latched onto Potter.<br/>“A scar,” he parroted, finally looking back up at Potter’s face to figure out what he thought of the entire thing. His thoughts were coming and leaving quicker than he had time to react, but he felt certain that he would be able to make it out, if just he could get his thoughts to slow down.<br/>“Is it from-“ he cut himself off, having wanting to be as blasé about the Dark Lord’s name as Potter had been, yet the mere idea of saying his name made Draco sick to his stomach, the words seeming to turn into a weapon in his mouth.<br/>“Is it from<span style="font-style: italic">him</span>?” Was what Draco settled on, finding that that was the most appropriate way to talk of the Dark Lord in Potter’s presence. Their meeting was becoming more and more bizarre by the second, but Draco was keen to figure out a such about Potter and his relation to dark objects as possible, before he started running any tests.<br/>“Can I see it?” He asked, almost as an afterthought. He knew that scars formed by dark magic tended to behave erratically and he was interested to see if that could potentially be the case with this. Mind, he had never known a scar to cause this amount of trouble, yet it seemed like the best place to start, if Draco ever wanted to get to the bottom of this.