Hermione had transfigured a pillow into an additional armchair in her now cramped living room, to allow her company to sit comfortably. She had stolen several glances of Draco, his long legs crossed elegantly, flipping through "Spellman’s Syllabary". He was undoubtedly not interested in ancient runes, but their conversation had quieted in the last half hour, as each grappled with the immediacy of the other. 