Draco's office stood silent around her, caging her. It was plainly decorated, with some maps up on the wall, sheaves of parchment stuffed into a bin beside the numerous bookcases. There was a large wood and glass cabinet off to the side, uncharacteristically crammed with a mess of books and trinkets inside. She knew that if she looked into a drawer on the right side of the desk she would find those photographs Draco had taken of her the year before. She knew he had marked one of the maps in small "x's" with red ink all the places they had lived briefly. She knew that if she tried opening any of the books in the office or any documents or letters on his desk, that the letters and numbers would bleed together into an illegible mass of ink and confusion--his way of ensuring she never saw anything she wasn't meant to see, so she would remain in the dark about his operations.