Brushing the soot from his Auror robes, Draco glanced around, noting the silence that had always eclipsed the manor. What he had always assumed was normal for a family home, now made him squirm. Rarely was the flat quiet. Either Hermione was playing music on her muggle device that he still couldn’t figure out, or they were talking, oftentimes debating topics, both new and old. Life filled their home, while it felt like death crowded this miserable place.