[He certainly was when told. Different worlds are a new thing to him. Or were, since the idea has settled after all these months.]
Ah, good!
[Without further ado, Draco turns and reaches out to pull down part of one of the smaller nearby trees. Something less piney and more dead for the winter, mind. There's a series of loud crack as branches give and he deposits the handful of wood in a heap on the snow.
That's immediately followed by him thumbing shut one nostril and aiming a short burst of flame from the other at it.
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Ah, good!
[Without further ado, Draco turns and reaches out to pull down part of one of the smaller nearby trees. Something less piney and more dead for the winter, mind. There's a series of loud crack as branches give and he deposits the handful of wood in a heap on the snow.
That's immediately followed by him thumbing shut one nostril and aiming a short burst of flame from the other at it.
Bam.
Instant bonfire.]