He eyed his door wearily, bidding the fifty year Ogden’s bottle in his desk adieu he headed for the beacon. Draco didn’t bother knocking, she probably wouldn’t have let him in. Instead, he shouldered open the cheap wood and strode confidently into her office. He plopped down into one of the chairs she kept around in case she ever had to speak to families. She would probably be doing a lot of that tomorrow.