The passages were quiet, the click of his dragonhide oxfords quietly echoing off the walls back at him with each step. They were of quality leather and material, a muted click and not the hollow thud of some simple trainers. His dress code approved robes kept him warm in the chill of the evening. His rounds were almost complete, a mere first floor hallway was all that was left for him to finish. Draco was passing the library, pausing when he noticed the door was ever so slightly ajar. 