By the time she got dressed, no one had come to check on her. She assumed Mr.Malfoy left for work, and Mara and Scorpius had no plans on coming back anytime soon. Esme made her way towards the library, her feet gliding across the marble floors. The chandelier reflected the bright sun rays that were coming in through the curtains. For an odd reason, the Manor felt warmer than usual. A sense of comfort has spread in her chest, and she smiled, feeling giddy.