Draco paced around the Room of Requirement. He was nearly finished mending the vanishing cabinet. The mission is set and ready. Death Eaters are arriving at Borgin and Burkes tomorrow and he must be finished by then. He stopped his pacing when he spotted his reflection in a cracked mirror. The spiderwebs of fissures distorted his appearance, but it didn’t exactly make a difference. His silver hair had lost its luster and his facial features were gaunt. Extreme stress has changed his appearance to a wizard who has lost himself in the Dark Arts. He hasn’t even committed murder and yet his soul was ripping in two.