He agreed – fucking typical. Draco shifted to point to a line at the bottom of the page. "I guess that would make you the owl," he teased, taunting her with a smirk of his own. She scowled, taking the paper away from him to confirm it herself. While she did so, Draco recognized another important piece of information. "The last entry was from the night you came back. Three years ago, almost to the day."