"Whatever this is, Draco, I am sure it can wait till tomorrow. As your sight may fail to grasp in your hurried entrance, I am rather busy this evening." He waved a hand to dismiss Draco, but all he did was turnabout and slam the door with enough force to rattle every bottle and jar in the office. It didn't seem to shake his godfather, however, who only paused with a frown on his forehead before he replaced his quill in his inkwell.