The middle of their thread forked, and Draco knew he’d meet his own name at the end of the line. Currently, the oval that would eventually house his picture was blank and would stay that way until either the head of the family updated it, or until he got married. What he wasn’t expecting were the two threads that spread out from either side of that blank space. There were no names on the other ends and the gold was faint, shimmering and not solidified, but Draco knew who they belonged to.