Draco stared at Harry, then jumped up and began to rummage through the bookshelves.  He'd never sent her things over, and she'd never asked for them. He'd taken that as a sign of hope that on some level she planned to come back someday, though maybe in the ruckus Clotilda inevitably left in her wake there just hadn't been time.  At any rate, this book had never been hers.  He pulled it free and tossed it across the room.