"Draco dear." His mother’s eyes never left the page as she greeted him, raising one hand. He stepped across to press a kiss to her knuckles, carefully avoiding whatever was handwritten on the small vellum sheets inside the battered crimson leather cover. "Do sit down." The same hand waved elegantly towards one of the two chairs opposite. As he seated himself, Narcissa Black Malfoy closed the book and whispered an incantation to lock it.