Her gaze fell on the stack of parchment Draco handed her the night before. Or was it morning? She could hardly keep the days and hours straight. When one didn't have a schedule to keep, it was easy to forget the date. In her frustration with the pale-haired man and constant waffling on whether or not she should keep the coat that would allow him to visit her again, she'd forgotten about the offering. It was most unlike her to ignore the opportunity to catch up on the events going on in the world she was running from.