"Just doing my job, Master Draco. I’ll see you in the morning." and MacReynolds was gone, disapparating with a pop from the front garden. Draco shut the door and leaned his forehead against it, wilting slightly. His left hand pressing into the ache that had blossomed in his chest as the stress of the day had kicked his pain tolerance down a couple of notches. "merlin, this is a mess." he said to himself.