Draco was sitting in one of the two tall wingback chairs that were arranged artfully in front of the bookcases in Theo’s study. He was leaning back with his left foot resting on his right knee. His eyes were staring blankly in front of him as he brooded. His hair was perfectly groomed without a lock out of place. A complete contrast to how he looked when he floo’d into Nott manor first thing this morning with his hair wild and dark circles under his eyes.