It was only just 11 by the time Draco got back to his room and started going through his bag to see what he’d need to have sent over the next day. Blaise had arranged to have his things brought to the hospital and his house elf Maudsley had packed them. As he pulled out shirts and slacks folding them neatly into the dresser, he found the envelope with his discarded wedding band and the letter. Astoria. Stori. He sat down heavily on the floor. Everything that had happened the past year coming back to him.