"It doesn't matter what it sounds like, as there's no way to test it." He didn't believe that. Not for one moment. But he nodded, looking back down, hoping that his posture clearly conveyed that he had nothing further to say. He heard her hesitant footsteps fade away as he read through Cecily's vague plans and instructions, considering. Ideas taking shape in his head, he took the handwritten notes from Cecily and folded them into a pocket of his jacket before stuffing the remaining documents, the papers and photos that memorialized how far the Domina had gone to recruit Hermione, back into the folder. Standing, filled with a purpose and a sense of direction he'd been missing for years, Draco strode confidently from the library.