As he entered, he took note of the familiar black leather sofas and velvet wingback chairs by the fire. Blaise, Theo, and Pansy sat around the fire with a bottle of firewhisky passed between them. The space, though familiar, brought a different chill to Draco, one of uncomfortable familiarity from a life that felt years away from him, one he didn’t care to live for a second time. Marked, with a horrid task and a crazed madman living in his home.