On Saturday, Draco added another three miles to his usual weekend long-run. It wasn’t as satisfying to run on his treadmill as it was to run outdoors — where he could see actual progress for his efforts  and feel the hard pound of the pavement under his feet — but now that it was just him and Lyra, he couldn’t exactly leave the house for his hour plus of self-flagellation. So while his daughter entertained herself nearby with books and her stuffed cat, Draco worked to dispel the nervous energy that had fizzled to the surface upon waking. 