"Right, well I doubt Father has the same opinions. I will learn the truth, and for your sake I hope you truly have nothing to do with it." Without saying goodbye, Draco turned back to the manor, marching through its pristine rooms to return to the entry hall. He could hear the clip of heels on the tile and his mother’s voice calling after him. He thought about throwing the powder into the fire and leaving, possibly severing the last connection to his childhood by refusing to speak to her. But even the rage toward his parents" disapproval couldn’t quiet his love for his mother. He slowly turned as she came to stand at the far end of the room.