There were tall and narrow arched gothic-style windows behind his desk. She could see the moon, ethereal and white, off in the distance behind some clouds. The fireplace roared away in the hearth. It was a large office and well furnished—a glass-doored cabinet on one wall was filled with various trinkets, odd bits and ends that she’d never thought were worthy of display—a hair ribbon, various mismatched buttons, a couple old and mangled quills, amongst other things. They seemed so trivial and meaningless that she had never thought to ask his reasons for their prominent situation. She’d never known him to hoard things, and he certainly wasn’t the type to keep a study messy, either. Where another powerful wizard might choose instead to place accolades or items of sentimental value, there was this strange collection of ephemera. They’d always given her a funny feeling in her gut so she tried not to mind them that much—but then again, most of the manor, including Draco himself, unsettled her, so she didn’t let her thoughts dwell on them too much.