Draco moved to sit on the edge of his bed, elbows on his knees, and stared at the envelope. A brief thought of waiting to open it crossed his mind, but he quickly shot that idea down. Running a finger under the wax seal– a green "M’, so familiar to Draco– he opened the letter. Not sure what he was expecting, Draco furrowed his brow. The parchment was nearly empty. As his gaze ran over the short missive once, twice, then three times, Draco realized though it was short, it was potentially life-changing. 