Draco woke to the light tapping sound of his owl at his window. Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, he threw the black silk sheet off him and walked over to the striking bird. Untying the scroll from his owl’s leg he padded across the room and sat on the edge of his bed; the scroll was a Ministry scroll with MoM stamped on the wax seal and the other parcel was a copy of The Daily Prophet; Draco left the paper rolled up next to him and opened the letter. 