The fire glowed bright and they all turned to see Narcissa step out of the floo and dust herself off. Draco allowed his mind to wander, knowing it was just his mother speaking of the unbreakable vow she had made earlier that summer. He used the spare moment to build up his occlumency walls. Brick by stupid brick  he thought over and over. Just as he had the memory of Voldemort cursing him a little more managed, the memory they were in changed again to one from merely an hour ago of Theo and himself discussing their new blood traitor statuses.