"Sir- You can’t–" The poor young Auror Jackson tried, but a deathly stare from Draco had him opting to not finish the sentence. He had crossed the room towards her in silence, the height difference growing even more apparent as he drew closer and her neck involuntarily craned back to keep up with him. She only realized he was carrying something when he sat it down on the table in front of her. Her hand snaked out to grab him, she needed the additional assurance that she could still feel his magic. 