Draco reversed the spell he had used to fix the cabinet, breaking it once more until the time was right and he could come up with a plan himself. As he shut the door of the cabinet with a click he came face to face with the glittering blue sapphire of the tiara behind the thin layer of glass. Something about the ancient jewellery drew him near, almost as though it were whispering to him in a language he could not decipher. It was like the tiara knew he was there, watching it from the other side of its case. Maybe Theo would want to put it with his things? It seemed to complement his sentient loafers in a way - two magical objects that seemed to have a mind of their own. He made a fist and smashed it through the glass, closing around the tiara and that felt warm in his hand. The gold wings felt alive like it had been in front of a fire or held by another before being passed on to him. He shoved it into his trouser pocket which was torn and almost burned through from the fight.