She paused as the floorboards above her creaked. She glanced at the clock and shook her head. Five p.m. She did not know what kept Draco up so late. She routinely woke at two a.m. to use the loo and just as routinely found him pacing, sitting at the kitchen table, or absent entirely. Tempting though it was to ask, she refrained. The ghosts of his mind were not hers to decipher.