The cabinet glowed from its interior, white light crept from the cracks around the door and when he opened it back up, knowing that the spell had worked, the quill was gone. Removing one of the chairs from the pile teetering to his right and sat and plucked small fragments of the inferi’s bones from his thigh as he pondered in thought, watching a new memory play before his mind's eye. Or was it technically an old memory? He knew he had lived it but he had not been able to see it till now. When the rage had imploded his inner walls earlier Draco had found something else in the back of his mind, buried deep in a dozen chests filled with inconsequential childhood memories that he now knew Snape had placed there as a distraction. He started sifting through the old wooden chests, tossing the useless memories to the back of his mind and sorting through the ones he didn't recognise.