Her eyes gradually skim along with the novel she has engrossed herself in. It's been a day. One day, exactly twenty-four hours, and she has grown extra fidgety while Draco was called away. It's been her fifth time re-reading the same novel- and everything is a diversion. The book reminds her of him, and it's a sense of safety. And so she reads it over and over. Ignoring the strain in her eyes and the blankness in her brain. It usually occurs effortlessly; her mind slips into the mystery of the novel she delves into.