It seemed to Draco, in that moment, that there would doubtless be one very plausible method of getting their magic back: to treat it as a sponsor gift of sorts, and to appeal to the Capitol in the very same way Effie had taught him to appeal for those. Between a knife and his magic, he knew exactly which would be more useful to him, and doubtless Glinda had the same thing.

An epiphany crossed his face then, barely visible in the low light of the rave, but there none the less.

"That's exactly what we have to do. Not the low level sponsors, though; we have to go higher up than that. The people with real influence in this place."