"Yes." He acknowledged. "I know." Draco sighed. "I'm not sure what to make of it, to be honest." He caught her astonished gaze in his peripheral vision and scoffed under his breath. It was unbelievable, he agreed, that of all circumstances to bring Draco to open admission of his thoughts and feelings to Astoria, it would be this one. "Did she stop adding entries because she found another, more efficient method of communicating with the coppers outside? Did she simply move on to another parchment that remains to be found among my father's broken things?"