Themis shook her head, her eyes fixed on the wool in her fingers, "No - most inheritances are more straight forward than this. It’s because you’re underage, and she’s in Azkaban, and still living, and because you’ve emancipated yourself. Lots of complication," she finished the first row of her knitting, and began the second, "The book is for you, by the way," she added before falling silent, clearly done with their conversation. Eyeing the still snoring wizard with distaste, Draco flipped the book to the first page, and attempted to read to pass the time.