I am so sorry this update took me nearly an entire month. Originally, I just went on holiday for a week, but immediately when I got back I found myself with a full time 8-5 job that left me barely able to think when I got home at night. But I finally have myself on a schedule again and am able to write a few pages a night. Although, I am switching to a new computer at the moment and don't have all my software updated, so this next update might take some time to get out as well. Thank you all though, so much, for being so patient.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, either the book or movie rights, so please respect authorship. I only own Cassandra and Phoenix.


Cassandra looked on as Draco stirred in his sleep; no matter how many times she whispered his name or tapped him on the shoulder, his slumber was not disturbed. She couldn't understand how anyone could be such a deep sleeper. Aggravated, Cassandra pushed Draco's shoulder with more emphasis, calling his name out loudly, but ended up throwing her hands up in defeat when he once again stirred and rolled over.

"Oh come on Draco, WAKE UP!"

In his sleep, Draco was doing his best to ignore whatever was trying to stir him from his dreams. But with the last push, his eyebrows furrowed. Reluctantly, Draco slowly opened his eyes, allowing his vision to focus on the figure before him.

"What?" he questioned begrudgingly. He was answered with a more than cheerful voice.

"Hi," answered Cassandra; the short one-syllable word dragged out and uttered as a whisper. She wore a huge smile on her face, her legs crossed beneath her and her hands shoved in the pockets of her sweatshirt.

Rolling over in bed, Draco crossed his arms and laid his head back down. "You do happen to notice that the moon is still out and that it is pitch black outside, right Cass?"

She nodded as she looked over to the large window to her right, noting the nearly full moon shining down onto them. Draco couldn't help but notice as a curl fell loose from her ponytail. "I noticed," she replied. "But I wanted to show you something."

Draco looked at Cassandra, urging her onwards with his eyes, hoping she had a legitimate reason to wake him up in the middle of the night. But his curiosity was quickly interrupted as she moved to lie down next to him. As she lay down, the smile on her face continued. He couldn't help, but admire the absolute excitement which was evident in her eyes. She was barely able to contain herself.

"Draco, look. Look at the ceiling."

He peered upwards, only to notice that the entire ceiling was in motion. As he stared at the starry masses, one particular area came into focus. It was as if a single star was quickly growing brighter and dimmer within seconds. Draco looked over at Cassandra, knowing she would have an answer for him. But instead of an answer, Draco watched Cassandra's face glow with anticipation as the sky imaged above them suddenly grew dark as a single star seemed to vanish before them, a darkness which was very quickly—in less than a single second—replaced with a brilliant flash of light. A flash of light that illuminated the entire room and from outside of the Malfoy Manor could be seen from the edge of the property, but strangely enough, did not blind either Cassandra or Draco.

The flashes of light which followed the massive explosion were reflected in Cassandra's eyes. Draco watched on as she slowly closed her eyes and took a deep breath in, her chest slowly rising and falling before him. Breathless himself, Draco addressed her.

"Cass, what was that?"

Her voice was almost ethereal as she replied simply, "a supernova explosion."

Cassandra rolled over, supporting herself on her right arm, as she looked Draco in the eye; her arm grazing Draco's own. Although she was excited, it was evident that sleep was overtaking her; it was still unclear whether she had been up all night watching the stars or if she had somehow woken up at the right time.

"Supernova explosions are so rarely caught when they happen. Several times, they have occurred rather close to Earth and different tribes and peoples around the world have tried to explain them, even going so far as to call them second suns or the work or witches—"she teasingly pushed on Draco's chest. "And while I cannot be sure if that is what they really look out there in our galaxy, I hope I am only so lucky to see it happen again. Next to looking at pictures of planetary nebulas in books or on my computer, that has to be one of the most beautiful events in nature I have ever been so lucky to see."

Draco was at a loss for words when Cassandra let her body fall in besides him, no longer on her own mattress, but sharing his. Moving his arm out from underneath her, he reached around her and softy moved a few curls out of her face, eliciting a soft smile to emerge as his fingers traced her cheekbones.

"Promise me you can enchant the ceiling to show us a planetary nebula tomorrow Draco." Her speech was so soft, so innocent and trusting. "Please."

With some caution, Draco let his hand find a resting place on the curve between her hip and stomach, his arm stretched out across her back as Cassandra rolled herself further into the muscular curve of his own body. And as her breathing slowly evened out and settled into a single, steady rhythm, Draco replied.

"I promise."

***

A manicured hand delicately swirled the spoon around the teacup, blending the hot tea, dash of milk, and spoonful of sugar. Waves crashed in the background and gulls sounded overhead as they few in circles against the clear blue sky. A slight breeze teased a few strands of blonde hair out from a carefully arranged fan chiffon bun. The combination of the seaside breeze, clear blue skies, and clinking of the tea service resulted in a perfect morning breakfast on the terrace. A gentle laugh sounded from the other side of the table.

"Perhaps you should have charmed your hair better Cissa, it seems that the wind has made it's own decisions about how your hair will appear today."

Narcissa Malfoy raised her line of vision to intersect with the profile of Phoenix Mayweather, her eyes silently daring her to speak again. While Phoenix lived everyday on the shoreline, there were many significant and pointed differences between shoreline life in England and the Spanish Riviera where the two were currently finding themselves. Over the past two days, both women had kept a low profile, often having their meals brought up to their penthouse suite, occasionally drifting down the intertwining streets of wizarding Spain, greeting those they knew and picking up a few items during afternoon shopping trips. But both had agreed to stay out of the limelight for their time away, instead enjoying each other's company and they time they had to themselves.

Phoenix interrupted Narcissa's thoughts again. "Narcissia, is everything ok? You are being awfully quiet this morning."

Narcissa placed her teacup down from where she had, had it earlier—raised halfway to her mouth, frozen in midair. "I'm sorry Phoenix. It's Draco, I can't stop thinking about him and wondering if I am a bad mother because I left him when…when he is in the state he is in. He's my only child Nix; he's my baby. I am not sure how much longer I can take him like this; it's not healthy. It's like watching him waste away in front of me and not knowing if I will ever get him back."

It was in moments like these that Phoenix was clearly able to see the lines of worry which had begun to settle in to the complexion of her closest friend; the worry which deepened the circles under her eyes that even a powerful beauty charm was having trouble always concealing. And while Narcissa's attempts to make herself presentable at all times—the very fact she got dressed and went out everyday, both on vacation and at home—was testimony that she was not giving up. She was not going to let the hardship and trials she and her family were facing daily hold her down and prevent her from living her own life. While some may have viewed her lifestyle as selfish and petty—vacationing while her husband was locked away in Azkaban and her teenage son was under the influence of a crushing depression—Narcissa's behavior was reflective of her personality—strong willed and strong—and of her love to ensure that her own spirits, even if forced to appear to strong, uplifted the spirits of her family and friends.

"We can go home Cissa, see the kids, if you want."

Narcissa looked out towards the waves crashing to shore, but focusing on images not to be seen upon the water. She directed her attention back to Phoenix who was patiently waiting for her closest friend to come to a decision. And while she was waiting to leave the final move in the hands of Narcissa, if she had been honest with herself, she would have admitted that she too missed the child who had come to be in her care. While Phoenix was married at one point in her life, she had never had children; and while the loss of Cassandra's parents was nothing short of tragic, it gave her a chance to be a mother, to have someone to look after each day. She loved Cassandra as if she was her own.

"I would like that. We have had our time away, but I believe it is time we returned home. We need to be with the ones we love, while we still can."

Phoenix rang a small bell which resided on the table alongside their tea service. Promptly, a house-elf was at Phoenix's call.

"Pom, please pack Mrs. Malfoy's bags and my own and prepare the bill. We're leaving a few days earlier than we expected."

***

Cassandra kicked her blanket off, tossing in her sleep. She was entirely too warm for it being still, so early in the morning. She could feel the cool breeze gliding over her face, coming in through an open window, but every other part of her was warm and sticky, much to her distaste. Frustrated, she went to roll over, but instead found herself securely in place, strong arm wrapped around her waist, gently resting on the curve of her hip. It was only at this acknowledging discovery that Cassandra also realized she was not snuggled into her pillow, but instead, snuggled—rather comfortably—into Draco Malfoy.

Her memories instantly went back to the events which had occurred only hours before. Waking Draco up, the supernova, and their brief conversation afterwards. It had almost been a perfect moment, if there was such a thing. Part of her wanted to remain where she was all morning, in the arms of the one person she was able to find herself acting normal around, the one person she was able to, thus far, share everything with, without inhibition. But part of her was also concerned that the feelings, which were now pounding through her veins, may be one-sided. The whole realm of boys and everything related to that particular sex was virtually unknown to her. The last thing she could handle at the moment was reading too much into her relationship with Draco; she could not bear to face that kind of humiliation, especially after the honestly which had flowed between the two the night before. And so, it was with reluctance that Cassandra carefully removed herself from Draco's embrace, doing her best not to wake him.

Once out of bed, Cassandra made her way over to the small table used by Draco and herself as a dinner table, collecting the dishes they had used the day before and tidying up their mess. The ease of what had become their life together was something Cassandra was quickly becoming very used to. The easy going, spontaneous pace under which they had been spending their days was completely different from the lifestyle she lived while at the Suites. Here at the Manor she had no one to tend to, no small children to mind while their parents dined and wined elsewhere. It was as if here, at the Manor, Cassandra was able to live as a teenager should—a teenager with a small part-time job, but not a job that filled her life 24/7.

"I was going to clean up you know. You didn't have to do that."

Cassandra smiled at the voice behind her. "We both know Draco that you would have conveniently 'forgotten' and had me help you anyways. Think of this as skipping that step of feigned memory loss."

Draco walked over and took the plates and glasses from Cassandra's hands, his fingers lingering a bit longer than necessary over her own, an incident not unnoticed by Cassandra. As the two made their way out of the astronomy room, Cassandra couldn't help but notice how the beds were suddenly made, the furniture moved back in place and the windows wide open letting in the fresh air.

"And you didn't have to do that either Draco," she mentioned as they made their way out into the hallway.

A small smile appeared on his face. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Cassandra sighed, a soft laugh bubbling to the surface and escaping with her sigh. "Sure you don't my wizard friend." She slightly nudged his side with her elbow. "But since you seem to have to knowledge of how our room was so suddenly cleaned, maybe you can show me how to make breakfast without getting the kitchen dirty either. I am in the mood for waffles, and they can be quite tricky, especially if you pour too much batter into the waffle iron."

Draco looked over at her as they made their way down the stairs and into the corridor which lead to the oversized Manor kitchen. "I might be able to help you there."

"Well that is comforting Draco," Cassandra replied as she took the ever present hairband off of her wrist and pulled her hair up once again, securing it into place with the elastic band, "because I do believe I promised you at least a few more cooking lessons." And with that the two teens began to gather everything and anything they could possibly need to make their sugary breakfast confections.

***

"Cassandra, we're home honey," called out Phoenix as she and Narcissa stepped out of the fireplace gracefully, not a hair out of place or a speck of dust on their robes. But, much to her surprise, it was only silence that answered her echoing welcome. But, as the two women made their way towards the interior of the large home even Phoenix referred to as the Suites, the continuing silence somehow became even louder as the calls of both Narcissa and Phoenix for Cassandra and even Draco continued to go unanswered.

"That's odd," mused Phoenix as she looked at the clock. "It's nearly 10. Cassandra is always up by now."

Narcissa looked over to her best friend, a look of concern etching itself into her features. "Perhaps she had a late night. Should we check her room?"

Phoenix nodded in agreement, but when the two women reached Cassandra's room, they found it unoccupied. But more distressing than the empty room was the sign that Cassandra had not been in her room for several days. Her bed was unmade, her windows shut and her some of her most prized possessions—her laptop and several of her movies­—were nowhere to be found.

"She's not here," spoke Phoenix, her voice laden with disbelief and worry.

"Let's check my room. Maybe she is with Draco," suggested Narcissa, even though she didn't belief her suggestion would provide positive results either. But she was doing her best to hide her anxiety in the hopes of easing the stress and fear which was quickly mounting in the woman beside her.

But when the two found Narcissa's room to be vacant as well, their combined anxiety quickly surfaced and was unable to be contained.

"Cassandra, is this is one of your jokes? It isn't funny."

Phoenix was now quickly walking from room to room, searching for they teenager, or any sign that she had recently occupied the house at all. But despite her search, she kept coming up empty handed and it was becoming very clear no one had been in the residence for some time.

"She's not here Cissa," the disbelief was evident in Phoenix's voice. The look of terror on her face was enough to make Narcissa falter, but she herself had concerns as well.

"Draco isn't here either."

The two women silently communicated their worst fears: the teenagers were missing, not a sign of them anywhere in the entire house. Phoenix was trying to stay calm for Narcissa, Narcissa trying to stay clam for Phoenix, but their attempts were futile. Narcissa slowly sunk into a chair that she only noticed once her knees began to give way. It was as if the very life was being sucked out of her, slowly, an unseen Dementor before her. Phoenix was supporting herself against the wall, her hands and arms reaching out behind her groping for something to hold her life up. It wasn't as if their world was falling apart—their world was falling apart. Neither one wanted to imagine life without their child, without the one they had come to love and care for as their child, and in that exact moment, a reality without their children was very close to coming true.

So distraught was each of the witches, that neither heard the small pitter-patter of feet coming to join them in the hallway. But the moment the house-elves beheld the two mourning witches, the atmosphere immediately changed.

"Ms. Phoenix, Mrs. Malfoy, Fauna wasn't expecting you back so soon. Were you not having fun on your holiday? Fauna is so sorry she does not have tea ready for you. But Fauna does have the mail for you, Miss Cassandra sorted it out for Fauna, taking her mail and the young Mr. Draco's with her."

While both Phoenix and Narcissa had barely listened to the small house-elf babble moments before, at the mention of Cassandra and Draco, their heads shot up, their ears suddenly open and listening to the conversation.

"You…you've seen Cassandra and Draco, Fauna?"

"Yes Ms. Phoenix, Fauna sees them all the time. If Fauna knew you would be home today, she would have told Ms. Cassandra and Mr. Malfoy to be home to greet you. Fauna is so sorry, if only Fauna had known."

The two witches looked at Fauna in disbelief.

"Does Mrs. Malfoy want Fauna to and fetch her son? He brought Ms. Cassandra with him back home four days ago. Ms. Cassandra was very upset, crying in her room, and he took her with him. She is much improved since she went away; young Mr. Malfoy as well. Fauna and the young Mr. Malfoy had a very long conversation while Ms. Cassandra came to get her laptop one night. He is very kind, gave Fauna a butterbeer he did; very nice, very nice indeed."

"They're at the Manor Fauna?" Phoenix Mayweather was almost too shocked to speak. Cassandra was crying? Cassandra and Draco went off together? Running through Narcissa's mind was that Fauna mentioned she spoke with Draco. As far as she had known, he had barely spoken to a soul since the War, barely even conversing with the Head Girl, Hermione Granger—although to her that wasn't a surprise considering their past relationship, or lack thereof.

"Yes Ms. Phoenix. Fauna just remembered Ms. Cassandra left a letter for you, in case she wasn't home when you got here. Fauna will get it for you right now, if only poor Fauna can remember where she put it. Ms. Cassandra gave Fauna and the other house-elves the week off; we're very grateful, so much Ms. Phoenix. But the quiet, it makes Fauna forget…"

Even in her own conversation, Fauna was distracted from her original intention to go and fetch the letter Cassandra had left one evening for Phoenix when she had Draco had stopped by the Suites to exchange a few movies.

"That won't be necessary Fauna, Narcissa and I will go to the Manor and speak with Draco and Cassandra…" But before Phoenix could even finish her sentence, Narcissa had risen from her place on the chair, crossed the hallway, taken hold of her arm, and apparated them both the Malfoy Manor.

***

"Draco, not too much. You're going to cause the batter to ooze out over the sides of the waffle iron again….Draco….Draco watch it…."

In the few cooking lessons, or at least conversations, Cassandra had, had with Draco, she knew she had her work cut out for her, which was why she was not at all surprised to hear Draco hiss out "shit" from behind her. That was now his third time overfilling the waffle iron. He just had to try one more time to see if he could do it right.

Cassandra couldn't help herself when she, with her back still turned, called out in an sarcastic singsong voice, "everything going alright cooking wizard?"

Behind her, Draco was doing the best he could to quickly and quietly clean up the waffle iron the muggle way without the aid of his wand. He couldn't give Cassandra the satisfaction of knowing he had screwed up once again. But who knew cooking could be so hard? He had watched Cassandra pour the first batch of waffle mix with ease, the batter pouring out in a slow and steady rate, cut off with a quick flick of her wrist as she turned the bowl holding the batter back up right-ways. It was as if she charmed the waffle iron (as she called it) to turn out a perfectly golden brown waffle for her, even though he knew this to be ridiculous. And so here he was, once again, wiping up batter and trying his best to resist the temptation to open the iron and see if the waffle was golden brown and delicious yet—a mistake he naively made during his first attempt.

Several minutes passed and he heard Cassandra softly whisper from somewhere in the panty that, "you could open it and see if it is brown enough for you liking yet kiddo," and so he did just that. Draco couldn't help the immense pride which filled him, the sense of satisfaction at seeing the perfectly golden confection before him, dotted with brown spots from where at the last minute Cassandra had thrown in a handful of chocolate chips stating that next to cinnamon sugar (a waffle she had made earlier), chocolate waffles were her other favorites.

"That looks amazing," pronounced Cassandra as her hand went towards the waffle Draco had just put onto a new plate. But before she could get her hands on it, the waffle was suddenly floating gracefully a few feet above her head. Incredulously, she shot a look at Draco.

"I don't think so. I did this one nearly perfectly the whole way through; I think I get to eat it. In fact, I am going to eat it—all of it—by myself."

"But, I threw in the chocolate—"

"Yes, you did. But I happen to love chocolate chip waffles too. And since I sweated bullets over here making this—"Cassandra rolled her eyes—"I am going to enjoy the fruits of my labors."

Cassandra just rolled her eyes and jumped up in vain to try and catch the waffle she had, had her eye on now for approximately two minutes. It was only when she heard the sound of something shaking in a container behind her that she turned around and refocused her attention on Draco. But what she saw was nothing she could have expected. Right there in front of her, full blown pureblood wizard and all, was Draco Malfoy shaking a container of whipped cream, his finger poised on top of the aerosol release nozzle. Her eyes darted around the kitchen, mentally plotting an escape for what she helped to Merlin was a threat which only existed in her head.

"Draco Malfoy. You wouldn't dare."

A smirk, which hadn't graced his face in months, slowly brought his lips to curve in a way much to sinister for Cassandra's liking. She found herself taking a few steps back, bumping into the counter behind her and looking up with wide, anticipating eyes at the boy before her. If it was even possible, her eyes grew even wider, tinged with a hint of fear, as the can began to shake again and in an act of defiance, Draco raised his eyebrow and challenged her.

"Would I?"

Cassandra screamed, pushing herself away from the counter, catching herself as she slightly lost her footing, as she bolted out from in front of Draco, ducking behind another counter as a shower of whipped cream rained down upon her. But Draco too was quick on his feet; when she jumped behind the island in the middle of the kitchen, he hopped on top of the adjacent counter to better his aim; when she was trying to maneuver a way to the doors leading to the main dining room, Draco was suddenly in front of them. Cassandra thought she might be clever and crawl on the floor, leaving Draco clueless as to here whereabouts, lying low and trying to keep her breath steady as she watched his reflection in the window, watching how he waited for her to reappear.

It was when she saw him turn his back on her that she bolted from her place on the floor, jumping up and running full speed ahead towards the door leading from the kitchen, to the small passageway leading to the main entrance hall of the Manor. But she was barely towards the entrance hall when she heard a pop.

"That's not fair. You can't apparate. That's cheating!"

"You never stated any rules Cassandra."

Cassandra's eyes narrowed when he said her name, with such confidence and faith that she wouldn't challenge him about his statement.

"No, but using magic against someone who isn't magical themselves, that's just not fair. You are cheating. You….you…you big fat cheater who was going to eat MY waffle."

"No, I believe you were going to eat my waffle miss."

Cassandra's eyes were darting around the room for an exit when she found a can of whipped cream suspended in mid air in front of her. She eyed it suspiciously, even going so far as to look at it as if it might be poisoned or cursed.

"You want fair," commented Draco, "I can play fair. The real question is, are you game."

Draco barely had time to think before he was covered in whipped cream. He couldn't help but wonder how amazing Cassandra would be on the Quidditch field; her reactions were so quick he had barely registered her moving. He tilted his head and looked at her as she smiled triumphantly, winking at her as he smirked and once again popped off into thin air.

"CHEATER." Cassandra's voice echoed throughout the hall. An echo quickly replaced by a squeal when a pair of strong arms gripped her waist and threw her over someone's shoulders.

"This still counts as cheating." Her fists pounded against his back. "Put me down! Put me down! Put me down now!"

Draco chuckled as she kicked and struggled in vain; he was not going to let her down. He had plans of his own as he walked down a hallway to the left of the main entrance hall and began to walk backwards so Cassandra could see where he was taking her. But so absorbed were the two in each other, in the moment and game they had found themselves in, that they did not notice the two women standing dead still, their faces in awe and their mouths slightly open in surprise, staring at them in wonder and in silence.

Narcissa Malfoy and Phoenix Mayweather were at a loss for words. Just a few minutes earlier each had thought the person they cared about most was gone forever and now those same previously missing figures were spraying each other with whipped cream and chasing each other around the Manor. Narcissa could not remember the last time she had seen Draco remotely happy and she had never seem him run around in that manner since he was a small child. Phoenix on the other hand could not believe it was Draco who had initiated the little "war," when she knew such behavior was so classically Cassandra; could it have been possible that in the few days she and Narcissa were gone that they would have been able to connect so much. Had it been true what the house-elf had relayed to her?—that the two teenagers who just a few seconds before were flinging whipped cream at each other, had indeed been staying together?

Narcissa and Phoenix may have stayed in their reflective moment forever if they had not heard a breathtaking screech come from the direction Draco had left them for.

***

Before her, Cassandra saw the large, watery expanse which was the Olympic sized indoor pool that lay before her and only much too quickly did she understand where exactly Draco was taking her, or more exactly, dropping her.

"No! I swear, I won't spray you anymore. I am not going in that pool. Draaaaccoooo, please!"

"I don't think you have much choice. I am covered in whipped cream and I feel the need to seek vengeance on your fairly clean body."

Draco swiftly and in one fell movement, flipped Cassandra off his back and was now holding her bridal style as he walked closer and closer to the edge of the pool. To the best of her ability, Cassandra gripped her arms tighter around Draco's neck, pulling her body tightly and as close as possible to his own body. She did not like the turn this little jaunt had taken. She could only shake her head as he stopped the both of them at the watery edge. Draco looked down at her and raised his eyebrows once again—a trait Cassandra now knew meant mischief was coming.

"Ready for your swim Miss Cassandra. The water may be a bit chilly, but you'll get used to it."

"I hate you," was all that came from her lips, full of malice and distaste but ruined with a small smile which followed.

"Too bad, because I quite like you and I plan on us hanging out more in the future."

Cassandra looked up in surprise, not quire sure what she had heard. But she didn't have much time to think as she felt herself shift in Draco's arms and before she had even another moment to think, Draco plunged both of them into the pool.

Laughing, the two teenagers found their way up to the surface, sputtering and catching their breath. Draco couldn't help but look at how happy she was, how unprepared she was for what actually happened. He loved that he was able to surprise her in a way that he knew wouldn't make her upset. Meanwhile, Cassandra couldn't believe Draco had ever acted any other way; the boy she saw in front of her, the boy she had come to know in the last few weeks, this was the only Draco she ever knew. Yes, he had been quiet and awkward for awhile, but hadn't she too after her parents died. Tragic events often did tragic things to their victims.

"Now was that so bad," Draco teased her as he swam towards her.

Cassandra leaned against the side of the pool, her arms at her side. "I guess it could have been worse. At least I am not the only one soaking wet." She smiled as she went to ring out some of the water from her hair. And as Draco edged closer and closer to her, Cassandra remained in place, standing still, her eyes on him.

Draco didn't know exactly where he was going, where everything was going, as he now stood in front of Cassandra. All he noticed was a stray curl straying onto her face, falling down across her eye. He slowly raised his hand out of the water and carefully, almost delicately, moved the curl back, his hand sliding down the contours of her check, down the gracefulness of her neck, resting a few seconds as he smoothed his thumb over her jaw line, his hand only leaving her body to be find a home on the wall behind her.

Shyly, so unlike her character, Cassandra lifted her eyes to see Draco looking at her with such intensity, such mystery, she wanted to look away again, but found herself memorized by the reflection in his grey eyes. Against her will, she felt a subtle pink shade of color crawl across her nose and flood her entire face, a smile slowly forming on her lips. She had a feeling what was happening, but couldn't be too sure; all she knew was that she didn't want it to stop.

But she wouldn't have her wishes as Narcissa and Phoenix rushed into the poolroom with cries of worries, anger, and relief at finding the two teenagers at the Manor without even an owl as to their whereabouts.