"I don't need company-" Draco turned to the voice and stopped, horrified. Dim house-elves and fire-breathing dragons were things Draco had been raised with. He wasn't alarmed by mermaids or giant squids. When he was young, he even wanted a pet Basilisk. He had never seen, however, something that looked like what he was standing next to.

In fear of some sort of retaliation, Draco casually took two steps to the right, away from the thing. This would give him time to draw his wand if need be.