Speaking of boredom, she still had invitations to send to Draco’s pre-approved list of candidates worthy enough of socializing with his son. She’d been putting it off since she hadn’t the faintest idea how to write such a silly thing. Wasn’t it enough to simply pick up the phone and invite them? Draco would roar with laughter if she ever said that out loud—but no matter how long she had remained here in his grasp, her Muggle upbringing had never been shaken from her—not that he’d tried. 