Draco walked into the elegant foyer of his home, pulling his tie loose as he nudged the front door closed with a weary sigh. It had been a long and emotionally charged day following a long and emotionally charged month, and all he wanted was a drink and an hour of quiet to decompress. He strode through the wide halls, past open archways, towards his study (and, blessedly, the alcohol), wondering if his housemates would allow for that hour before demanding a recap of the day. Knowing the Boy Wonders, they wouldn’t.