She nods and slips out of bed, struggling to sort out the thoughts that are coming from him too quickly, one on top of the other. The one that matters, though, is very clear: the Dark Lord is back. They dress hastily in the dark, and Draco vanishes all of her belongings. Then he removes the carefully wrapped Hufflepuff cup from the wardrobe and unwinds the enchanted blanket from around it. Immediately, dark magic begins to seep out, and they feel the threads of anger and despair reaching for them.