Mr Malfoy's figure moved swiftly through the doors, walking towards the edge of the patio. Esme pushed herself away from the wall, walking barefoot against the cold hardwood floors of his room. Her petite frame fit in the gap where the glass doors were still held slightly ajar. She stood for a moment admiring his figure. Then she walked over as he turned his head to the side, watching her. Her hues opened in awe as his pale skin set light against the black sky.