Immediately, every head turned to look at her when she entered the room, despite not making a noise. Draco was sitting at his desk, silver hair disheveled from one too many combs through with his fingers it looked like. He leaned back, sprawled out in his chair, staring at her. He too, had his gun on his holster, top two buttons undone on his black oxford. He looked every bit the of the killer he claimed to be and devastatingly attractive. The room was deathly silent, she assumed everyone was waiting for her to leave before they spoke again.  