"I’m not blaming her Weasley, I’m just explaining how it happened" Draco replied resignedly. "Anyway- I was supposed to meet the King at midnight, which as we have already made quite clear was the incorrect time–" he added hastily, for Ron opened his mouth to protest. "I was going to tell him that I could decode the runes in the tome, and end it there. But when I arrived to the King's villa, Orion had already taken her. The man she met in the library works for a man named Vassilis, he is in the King’s inner circle and he commands the Atlantis fleet. Now, if we’re done with this, there are a handful of dead bodies right down the street and about forty more alive ones that will kill us if they catch us. Shall we make haste?" Draco inquired. His hair was still wet, and he went back and forth between stressfully running his fingers through it, before smoothing it back down when it stuck up everywhere. 