"Ah, perfect timing Dobby," he smiled faintly, tapping the finished script on the mantle of the fireplace he loomed over. "Don't send it until Friday, understood? That's three days time." With a flick of his wrist, Draco dismissed his closest member of staff. He returned to staring into the hearth for a full, uninterrupted minute before realizing that Dobby remained in the doorway. "What is it, Dobby?" He sighed.