She didn’t have her wand, so her hair dried in an obscene form. She missed her magic. She wrestled the locks into a braid and sat in Malfoy’s bay window. She glared at the glinting golden cuff around her wrist. She glared outside at the sunset. She couldn’t reconcile how Malfoy knew so much. How did he catch so many details of her life? Details she didn’t think any other person would ever know. He remembered a stupid waffle keychain.