By Thursday it was October and Draco couldn’t believe a whole month had already passed.  At dinner, he mindlessly listened to Pansy and Daphne as they debated a recent shift in magical women’s fashion to include more muggle-style clothing.  Draco didn’t particularly care, even if his 18 years of pure blood indoctrination wanted him to, neither did Theo or Blaise based on the eye rolling that they all exchanged across the table.