The room looked the same as it had before, a complete wreck, but it felt different, as though the ghosts of the past had been exorcised and all that was left was this empty, ruined space. She felt Draco’s hand slide into hers, but the panic she had been braced for never materialised, even when she looked up to the patterned ceiling. "Do you want to set it all on fire?" Draco asked quietly, pulling out his wand. "If anyone deserves the privilege, it’s you." 