There were many crammed inside that curio cabinet. So many, in fact, that now and then she’d take notice of one she hadn’t seen before on her many visits to Draco’s office. A weathered shoe lace. A compass and a scrap of a map. A pair of women’s spectacles and a suede glove. A paintbrush. Scraps of bloodied fabric...a handful of human teeth. Way off to the side, there was a stack of old issues of the Prophet.