With the Dark Lord on another business trip, Draco walks noncommittally through the library’s limitless stacks. A tome on healing techniques from 18th century France grabs his attention, and he moves to slide it off the shelf. At the same time a thin, red volume drops to the floor next to his feet—red like his mother’s lipstick and prized Osiria roses, a colour he hasn’t seen since the blight moved in.