Draco’s patience was beginning to wear thin. He could have walked right through the ward an hour ago. But they knew this, and had woven his magical signature into the wards and it was being a royal pain in the ass to remove. A shiver raked down his body, as his magic fought against the confines of his skin. The work he was doing was so incredibly delicate and gentle, that the trickle of magic it required did nothing to ease the anxious gathering of it in his core. 