Draco received some post that morning but had it sent to his office, all except for the Daily Prophet. He scanned through it quickly, the paper hovering in front of him over his plate, its papers turning rapidly as if he already knew what each page would say, and was only checking for confirmation. Hermione watched him warily, a knot in her stomach. She tried to read whatever she could from the front page, but as before, the words and letters jumbled together into one messy printed alphabet soup at the bottom of the paper, and resigned to her disappointment, she merely turned back to her tea and sipped at it, wondering if there was something in particular Draco was searching for.