There are certain things we do in our lives that when I think about them, the memory of Draco comes to my mind. I find it interesting how even the most flexible of men, who possesses the capacity for versatility and elastic thoughts, nevertheless manages to be incredibly stubborn in one or another subject that concerns him or her. I mean — even the Pope is persistent in being a fan of a single soccer team, for his whole life! I speak of any kind of stubbornness — a sports team, a series of books, a television series, a physical exercise routine… We all have something in which we are insistently stalwart defenders and we don’t back out on this particular subject . It is from stubbornness, too (and I also strongly point this out as just one of the sources, because it is not the only reason) that exacerbated fanaticism arises about anything — football, politics, religion. This stubbornness in certain aspects is almost always annoying, at least so I consider it. Maybe I’m talking about my own manias and insinuations and how I myself realize how unbearable I can be with them, but so do I feel about other people and their manias as well. They are small differences that, at first, in a first fight of conceptions, I can somehow understand and support them, but soon after, the more I and the others insist on our egoisms, the more annoying, irritating and difficult to swallow everything becomes, for everyone.
Maybe that hole was a kind of secret dungeon for Draco and he was curious enough to want to know what it was that had beyond the passage (there was only water, Draco, you idiot). We live surrounded by similar holes: we choose to divert from some, to figure out others before entering them, but often we go straight through them, realizing only after our adventure that we should have been more cautious. Just like Draco, my headstrong little fish.
I feel as if we were, indeed, like Draco and his mania — it’s convenient for us to be trapped in the same place, spinning around the same thing, brooding over the same subjects; even if it bothers us, this sense of torment both personal and social exalting us as the feeling of being trapped exalted Draco, making him shake all his body in the desperation to leave his situation, just like Draco again we make a point to return to the same situation, eventually, if we get out of it. It is only because we are human, after all — stubbornness is the negative consequence of persistence, and contraposition is the positive and negative consequence of relationships. I don’t know why Draco acted like this, but we do it (we get stuck, we get free and we go back to getting stuck again) because although we have a whole castle for us, we cannot satisfy ourselves and support ourselves with the ‘whole’ that is offered to us. This ‘wholeness’ has a ‘something’ that is mysterious to us, this mystery will haunt us until we can unravel it.