Was this against the school rules? Most definitely. Would he be doing to do this every night? Yes, definitely, absolutely. If there was one thing that Chrys was most thankful for when it came to how Hogwarts ran things; it was their insane persistence on using firelight instead of any other forms of lights, that and even if they did, he would still be doing this. Using his robes to blend with the cover of the night and taking great care of his steps to not make an echoing sound, Chrys made his way through the castle halls yet again; it was only recently that he'd began visiting the three-head dog every night to provide the being some company, no doubt the dog would be pretty lonely at times and Uncle Alex did say to never leave pups alone. Of course, he probably wasn't referring to giant three-headed dogs.

There was another reason he wanted to earn that dog's trust; Cora mentioned that the dog was standing on a trapdoor, and Draco had mentioned that Hogwarts had various types of secrets – especially when it came to Salazar Slytherin hiding some things from the other founders. If he could earn the dog's trust, he could see about investigating the strange door. That was the plan at least, but at the moment, even he knew it would be too soon for the dog to even consider him a friend. So, what was the plan? Go in, give the dog space and let the dog approach him.

Entering the forbidden corridor, the three-headed dog looked up and over at the boy; neither of the two were moving. Chrys just sat against a wall and smiled softly at the creature. Needless to say, the dog was deeply confused about the newcomer. The scent was obviously the same, the dog knew him from previous visits and the very first night, but the boy wasn't making any attempts to approach! Getting up from where it was sleeping earlier, it made its way over to Chrys before laying back down, now at eye level with the boy; three heads meeting with him. The boy greeted the dog softly and held his hand out to it.

"Hey buddy." Chrys greeted softly. "How's my good boy?" he took out a bag of peanut butter cookies and held out three for the dog.

The dog snorted a little but let the boy pet each of the three heads and feed it. Chrys' smile grew as he continued showering them with gentle pets and soft praises, doing everything he humanly could to show the dog that he was a friend and that he could be trusted.

"Good boy." Chrys praised softly, he knew that he would need to get a clicker for the training part, but right now he wanted to earn the dog's trust and to cuddle the giant creature. It seemed to have worked, for the three-headed dog's tail was wagging and one of the heads would nuzzle closer before giving tentative licks to him – he would have to make a quick stop to a restroom after this.

And he did, after hearing the clock chime twelve, Chrys quietly bid the dog farewell before heading out of the corridor. It was an uncomfortable walk over to the second floor bathroom. There were talks about that particular bathroom being haunted, but he figured it would be a quick in and out to wash the dog slobber off of him – surprisingly some of the sinks still worked, it didn't take long to wash himself up with the cold water. As he wringed out his robe, he could hear faint crying from one of the stalls; he looked over, was another student awake? Were they okay? Well, obviously not if they're crying, but surely their housemates weren't cruel to them, right?

"Hello?" he called out. Silence, he took a few steps towards the stalls. "Is everything okay? Do you need someone to talk to?" Still nothing, did Chrys just imagine someone crying? "If someone is hurting you to the point of tears, we can go see a teacher about it."

"Mr. Lindsay." An elderly voice came. "Out for a midnight stroll are we?"

Chrys jumped and turned around to see Professor McGonagall standing in the entrance of the bathroom. He sputtered out a response, even looking to where the crying had originally come from. Silence, there was no-one else in the bathroom except for him and the teacher who stared down at him; there wasn't entirely a hint of anger, she looked…tired. Not only because it was midnight, tired, but like she had expected this type of action from a student tired. It was only then did Chrys figured that she was the one running the school while Headmaster Dumbledore just sat there and looked handsome.

"It appears the apple most definitely doesn't fall from the tree." She motioned Chrys to follow her. "Come along then, let's get you back to your dorm." No need to tell him twice, Chrys followed her out of the room and down the corridor to where the stairs where, the silence was deafening before McGonagall spoke again. "You're not the first boy to ask if she was alright."

He looked up at her. "The…person crying in the stalls earlier?" Chrys asked softly.

McGonagall just nodded. "It was the second week here; Alister had joined his fellow Gryffindors out on a night like this, sneaking around, exploring where they didn't need to be…they came to the bathroom to hide when they heard her cry. Just like you, they tried communicating with the girl and…well, here we have a clear case of history repeating itself."

"You're not in the least bit upset that I'm sneaking around?"

"Oh no, I am very much upset with you and with how fate is; I could go down the list of those that were notorious troublemakers. Starting with James, Alister, Sirius, Remus, and Peter and possibly ending with Lucius and even then that list wouldn't have a true end!" She shook her head. "And don't you dare get me started on Alister's teammates that make the Blood Orchids."

Was his father that much of a troublemaker?! Chrys just stared up at her in a mix of shock and horror. Her expression was unchanging, she turned to look at him and raised an eyebrow, silently asking him what he was doing out late. He wasn't sure what it was about the look she had, but it was enough to make Chrys tell her the complete truth about his evening's escapades.

"There's a dog in that forbidden corridor." Chrys started out. "I figured he had to be lonely so…for the past three nights now, I've been making it a habit to see him every night." He looked to the side. "And I've been feeding him peanut butter cookies."

They came to a stop at the dungeon's entrance, McGonagall turned to face Chrys, her eyes hardened as she stared down at the student before her. "Who else knows about the dog?"

"Just Harry, Neville, Hermione, Ron, Cora, Izanami, Vera, Draco, Vincent, Gregory, and myself, ma'am."

"Did they tell anyone else?"

"No, we agreed we would keep it between the eleven of us to avoid letting the other teachers know we were there." He looked up with a slight panicked expression. "Professor, please believe me when I say that the night we all met the dog, it was by complete accident and…we were only out after curfew because we each received a note summoning us out…"

"Chrysanthos, I want you to listen to me right now." She spoke with grave seriousness. "I don't care if you visit that dog whenever you so please be it alone or with your friend group, but I want you to promise me that it's the only reason you will ever enter that corridor. Do you understand me?"

While Chrys felt his curiosity surge upon hearing those words, he pushed it aside to think about later. He nodded his head. "Yes, Professor. I promise, that will be the only reason."

She stared at him as if trying to find deceit in his eyes before nodding as she patted his head. "At least you're not completely reckless like your father; you're still not free from punishment, I expect to see you in my classroom for detention after your classes." She gently moved him towards the dungeon entrance. "Now then, get yourself to bed right now, you've already been out long enough as is."

"Before there was Voldemort, there was another sorcerer with a heart dark as his; the Ruler of Prydain, Annuvin, and the Land of Death." Professor Binns floated around. "The Death Lord himself, Arawn, now…unfortunately not many know what he looked like as unfortunately his body was wrapped in a black robe and had been laid face down. But, we know the following; he was slain when he took the form of a black snake, a young boy had decapitated the snake with the Black sword, killing Arawn instantly."

Someone put an end to their misery! That was the collective thought of the classroom as the ghost before them gave the lesson about Death Lord Arawn. From what anyone could get out of the long drawn lecture was that he was a shapeshifter at best but that was also his weakness as the professor said that it was that power that became the man's downfall. Then there was using a special cauldron, the Black Crochan that he used to bring forth deathless, silent warriors known as the Cauldron-Born. If it weren't them, then he would have also used his powers to forge a brotherhood of cruel warriors called the Huntsmen of Annuvin. Beings who swore a blood oath and were imbued with superhuman strength, endurance, speed, and supernatural enhancement on their strength.

All of this sounded awesome! If it wasn't putting anyone to sleep!

"Mr. Weasley?" Binn's voice rang out. "Could you tell me who the only people that could see past Arwan's guise were?"

Ron just froze, his eyes darted around as he hurried to find the answer to the professor's question. Just as he was about to answer, a familiar feminine voice answered for him.

"Menwy the Bard and Arawn's former mistress Achren." For once, Ron was grateful for Hermione to speak up in class. Of course, he'd like it better if she didn't jump in every five seconds with the answer. She was going to upset a teacher with this – heck, he was certain if Professor Snape wasn't honed in on Harry and Chrys on their first day he probably would've bitten her head off.

"Correct, Miss Granger…" Binns nodded. "Of course, I asked Mr. Weasley for the answer…Do keep this in mind in any future classes."

Hermione flushed a light pink and looked down, ignoring the slight look of gratefulness that Ron had sent her way. However, her expression quickly grew annoyed as Ron slightly leaned over to whisper to her. "I had that, but thanks, I guess." He whispered. Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Oh sure you did, Ronald. It just would have taken you an hour to find the answer, I'm sure," She whispered back with a quiet scoff. Ron bristled at the insult to his intelligence. Sure, he wasn't the brightest, but that was a bit much.

"It would not! Look, sometimes I just need a few minutes to think. Not everyone has a library in their brains like you, you know." He whispered harshly, glancing at the ghost teacher to make sure he wasn't paying attention to them.

"I don't have a library in my brain." She hissed. "It's called reading ahead and being prepared ahead of time."

"That's easy for you to say." Ron huffed. "Not everyone has the time for that when they're working on other assignments." He nodded to Draco. "He most likely already had this drilled into his brain before coming here, and that's excluding half of the extra stuff he had to learn given how old fashioned the Malfoy family is and yet you and him are at the top of the class so far."

"He most likely had his two guard dogs do his homework for him." Hermione scoffed.

Ron narrowed his eyes and motioned to Chrys – granted, Chrys was probably the last person Ron would pick, he knew the boy took up a bunch of self-entertainment whenever things were too quiet at home; but Hermione didn't know that, after all it was one of those conversations shared in locker rooms at best.

"And him?" Ron challenged. "He's from a tailoring family, his focus is on the shop over anything else."

"Well he's not at the shop, now is he?" she retorted.

"My point is." Ron stressed out while whispering. "Is that not everyone has the free time that you do and you shouldn't go around assuming or acting superior that you study ahead."

Hermione just stared at Ron incredulously, she didn't assume in the slightest! She was right about Chrys not being at the family store and having that interfere with his studies, if he wanted to he'd take a page from her book. And as for Draco, it was clear as day that he paid someone to do his homework! People that are arrogant always looked for a shortcut in things, and until she actually saw his handwriting on his homework, she was going to believe that he paid his guard dogs to do his assignments.

On the topic of Draco, she didn't like the way he treated some of the members in their circle. He'd treat Chrys and Harry like they were nothing more but playthings; Izanami and Neville were treated like pets; she couldn't really get a reading on him and Cora other than she'd hug him and he'd push her away or the two would have arguments, and in her mind they were like a bitter couple; Vera was always met with an eye roll – but she couldn't fault Draco there, the whole divination thing wasn't something to be taken seriously to begin with; and Ron…the two were always at each other's throats, and yet Ron defended Draco's case! Honestly, she never understood why they kept him around the circle they had.

Even now as class had ended, Draco was immediately at Harry's and Chrys' side; she couldn't hear what was being said, but in a heartbeat Draco followed Harry out of the classroom while Chrys was lucky enough to get Izanami and Neville away from his fellow Slytherin. Not trusting his motives, Hermione just followed Draco and Harry with Ron beside her and the Hufflepuffs following up to catch up with the group. Granted everyone had their own conversations, but she was more focused on Harry and Draco.

"I still don't get why you needed Chrys away from the group." Harry rolled his eyes at him. "What are you planning now?"

"You know how Hogsmeade is only a stone's throw away, a few minutes walk and a short carriage ride?" Draco had an innocent look on his face. "Well, Cora told me something very interesting about our favorite flower and since you're from his side of the veil I'm sure you can help me find something for him."

Harry just stared at him. "We're not allowed there until third-year."

"Says the boy who's playing as a Quidditch Seeker in his first year." Draco crossed his arms. "Oh, I thought we were stating facts again; please, if this school can let two first-years be on the Quidditch team because of one reason or another, we can go to Hogsmeade to get a few things for Halloween night."

"Why do you need me to go with you?"

"Because it's clear you know more about what bands are popular with the Muggle side and I'd like your input on those! Music is essential for this, Potter!"

"Draco just tell him that you want to go on a shopping date with him!" Cora was laughing at this point. "Seriously, your pining is so obvious you may as well be a pine tree!"

He shot a glare at her. "Mind your own business, freak." He huffed when Cora just laughed some more. "Ignore her, so, are you going to come with me to Hogsmeade or not?"

Harry raised an eyebrow at Draco before shrugging lightly, rules were broken already anyway in this school. What was one more rule being broken? "Yeah…I can join you."

As the group arrived in Hogsmeade, the bustling village filled with magical shops and cozy cafes greeted them. The autumn air was crisp, and the vibrant colors of the changing leaves added to the picturesque setting. Harry, Draco, Hermione, and Ron, taking in the sights and sounds of the bustling wizarding village.

Draco had a mischievous glint in his eyes as he led the way, eager to find the specific items he had in mind for their Halloween night plans. He had mentioned wanting to get something for their "favorite flower," intriguing both Harry and Hermione.

They entered a small music shop, its windows displaying a wide variety of magical instruments and records. The sound of enchanting melodies spilled out onto the street, drawing them in. Draco immediately headed toward a section showcasing popular Muggle bands and albums.

"Alright, Potter, I need your expertise in the Muggle music scene," Draco declared with a smirk, flipping through vinyl records. "We need to find the perfect tracks for our Halloween night."

Harry chuckled, flipping through the records alongside him. "Well, I can't promise I'll know all the latest Muggle bands, but I'll do my best to help."

"I still can't believe you're asking about muggle music!" Hermione exclaimed. "Nor can I believe you dragged us here, we're going to get into trouble!"

"Nobody asked you to join us." Ron snapped. "Besides, what's wrong with muggle music?"

"Well, nothing." Hermione admitted with a light blush. "But shouldn't we have music from the wizarding side of things?"

Draco waved his hand dismissively at her. "Keep fretting about the minor details why don't you and leave us to get music for Chrys' Birthday party."

"Isn't Cora also a Halloween baby?" Ron asked. "You know, your cousin?"

"Don't know who you're talking about." Draco had a light grin on his face, of course, he was planning to get his cousin something for her birthday as well. He wasn't that heartless. "I suppose I can get her a screaming yoyo at best, maybe get her some obnoxiously bright ink for her quill set."

Hermione, Draco, Harry, and Ron strolled through the quaint streets of Hogsmeade, their eyes darting between the colorful shop windows adorned with Halloween decorations. The air was crisp, and a sense of excitement filled the air as they embarked on a mission to find the perfect music for Hermione's upcoming Halloween birthday party.

Hermione, armed with a list of Japanese and English songs, led the group into a small record store called "Melody Haven." The melodious sound of music filled the air as they stepped inside. Shelves upon shelves of vinyl records and CDs greeted them, enticing their curiosity.

Draco, with a slight smirk on his face, scanned the racks and said, "Who knew Hogsmeade had such a hidden gem of a music store?"

Harry nodded in agreement, his glasses gleaming in the dim light. "We're lucky Hermione knew about this place. She always seems to have all the answers."

Hermione blushed at the compliment, but quickly composed herself. "Well, let's not waste any more time. We have a lot of music to find!"

The four friends dispersed throughout the store, each searching for the perfect blend of Japanese and English songs to set the right ambiance for the Halloween birthday party. Hermione meticulously looked through the Japanese music section, carefully selecting songs that matched her diverse taste. She hoped to introduce her friends to the beauty of J-pop and traditional Japanese tunes.

Draco, not one to be outdone, explored the English music section with a discerning eye. He knew the importance of having an eclectic mix to keep the guests entertained throughout the night. His fingers grazed the edges of various albums, searching for the perfect rock and alternative tracks to add a touch of excitement to the party.

Meanwhile, Harry and Ron found themselves drawn to the store's listening stations. They slipped on a pair of headphones and listened to snippets of different songs, playfully critiquing and recommending tracks to each other. Their laughter filled the air as they navigated through various genres, making sure to include some crowd-pleasing classics that would get everyone on their feet.

After what felt like hours of searching, the friends regrouped near the store counter, a stack of CDs and vinyl records in their hands. Hermione's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she held a mix of Japanese pop, rock, and traditional songs. Draco proudly displayed his selections of English rock, indie, and a few surprise dance hits. Harry and Ron, grinning mischievously, clutched their collection of beloved English classics and modern chart-toppers.

With their music in tow, the friends exited the store and continued their meandering exploration of Hogsmeade, discussing their excitement for Hermione's upcoming Halloween birthday party. Their journey through the enchanting village had not only uncovered hidden music treasures but had also deepened their bond as they embarked on a new adventure together.

As the four continued their stroll through the streets of Hogsmeade, they stumbled upon a quaint little shop that caught their attention. Its vibrant sign read "Anime Emporium," accompanied by a colorful display of anime merchandise in the window.

Intrigued, Hermione suggested, "Hey, why don't we take a quick detour? It looks like a muggle anime shop. I think it could be fun to explore together."

Draco raised an eyebrow, seemingly skeptical at first, but curiosity got the better of him. "Anime, huh? Father had said it's been becoming popular with the wizarding world, I suppose it won't hurt to see what the fuss is about. Lead the way then, Granger."

Excitement brimming in their eyes, the quartet stepped into the Anime Emporium. The air inside was charged with a sense of whimsy and imagination. Shelves lined with manga, plushies, posters, and DVDs stretched as far as the eye could see. The walls were adorned with vibrant anime artwork, featuring beloved characters from various series.

Hermione's eyes widened as she took in the colorful spectacle. "This is amazing! Look at all these different anime series and merchandise."

"Someone's rather excited to be here." Ron said, he was looking over a figurine of a bear that was half black and half white, it had a red lightning bolt eye and half of a wicked smile.

"Oh, well…anime's really popular on the muggle side, I've only heard talk from my former classmates." Hermione was looking over the stationary stuff, her eyes were lit up.

Harry, sharing Hermione's enthusiasm, grinned. "I've seen a few episodes of 'One Piece' and 'Attack on Titan.' The storytelling and animation are incredible. Maybe we can find something that appeals to all of us."

Ron, though slightly bewildered by the vast array of anime characters, chimed in, "Well, I've never really watched anime, but I'm willing to give it a try. Let's see what catches our eye."

What happened next was a surprise even for the quartet, due to the Malfoy's wealth, it wasn't hard for Draco to get boxsets and everything else under the sun when they looked at their carts they just nodded once at each other; Harry had left the shop before returning with a trunk for their loot after paying for it. Boxsets of various series that they had their eyes on or what they believed their friends would enjoy, posters and wall scrolls, DVDs/Blu-Rays, keychains, figurines, plushies, toys, prop weapons, themed bags, stickers, body pillows and pins of various series and characters! This was going to be a nightmare to sort when they got back to the dorms; they looked at each other and slowly nodded before heading out with their trunk of loot.

As they continued their journey through Hogsmeade, the friends excitedly discussed the music they had acquired from Melody Haven and the anime they had discovered at the Anime Emporium. The Halloween birthday party was shaping up to be an extraordinary celebration, blending the enchantment of the wizarding world with the vibrancy of music and the captivating stories of anime.

"Cherish this moment, Malfoy." Ron motioned to the painting of the Fat Lady. "You're about to enter the Gryffindor Common room."

"Why couldn't we do this in the courtyard?" Hermione demanded, crossing her arms. "If McGonagall finds Malfoy in our dorm she's going to give us all detention at best or have us expelled at worse!"

"Oh will you stop with that." Ron groaned out. "Seriously, it's not hard to explain a case; he's here to help sort out the loot from our shopping trip, we get the password changed, everything's fine!"

Draco shook his head and watched the two go at it before turning to Harry. "Does this happen often?"

"Sadly." Harry answered quietly. "I can see where Hermione's coming from, but at the same time I feel like she's too…headstrong with the rules?"

"Well, at least I know a place that we can use to go through the rest of the stuff, Chrys likes me enough to let me enter his room at any given time. Exclusive suite in the Slytherin dorm, he's one of the elites now." Draco boasted. He crossed his arms. "But for now, let's just focus on your stuff first then we'll head to the Slytherin dorm at a later date to continue."

As the quartet approached the Gryffindor Common room, Hermione's concern about Draco entering their dorm grew more apparent. She crossed her arms, wearing a stern expression. Ron, however, seemed more nonchalant about the situation.

Draco raised an eyebrow, observing the interaction between Hermione and Ron. He turned to Harry, seeking insight into the dynamics of their friendship. Harry sighed, responding in a hushed tone, expressing his understanding of Hermione's cautiousness while also acknowledging Ron's more laid-back approach to rules. After some back and forth it was agreed to settle in the middle of the common room to go through the trunk starting with the boxset of manga, any singles were set to the side since Draco got those for Chrys after spying his collection earlier.

They had an agreement to make three separate piles; one for their other friends, one for the Gryffindor Trio, and one for Draco. The ones for their other friends would go back into the trunk to be sorted out at a later date – preferably when Chrys wasn't around in the suite as some things were birthday gifts. Despite it going well, it was still pretty chaotic whenever they came across something that took everyone by surprise.

"Okay, we have." Draco looked at the box. "Assassination Classroom?" he read in disbelief.

Hermione hesitantly raised her hand. "That one's mine…it has an interesting premise and I've heard talk about it from the others on the muggle side and…" she was interrupted when Draco set the boxset of the manga series in her lap.

"I didn't ask for an explanation, Granger." Draco said with an exasperated tone. "Alright, what do we have next? Alice in Bishounenland? Okay, no, I don't want to know who – ARE YOU SERIOUS, POTTER!?"

"Hey!" he pointed at Draco. "It makes fun of gacha games, and I like a good laugh every now and then." He took the two books from him and set them beside him.

"I'm not going to ask." Draco held his hand up to keep Harry from talking. "And I don't want to hear it."

"Aww you don't want to hear about the wonderful world of idol genre?" Harry teased him, laughing as Draco just scoffed in reply.

"I believe I'm more interested in why despite the rules saying no student of one house can enter another dorm so freely, Mr. Malfoy is sitting in the Gryffindor common room." A calm yet cool voice said, breaking the group from the chaos. The four looked up and paled lightly, at the sight of Professor McGonagall standing beside Percy staring the four down.

"Professor!" Hermione stood up. "I tried to tell them we should be doing this in the courtyard, but they wouldn't listen!"

McGonagall held her hand up to silence her and looked at the three piles on the floor. "Visited Hogsmeade, I see." She noted with an amused look, at least…they thought she looked amused.

Recognizing the need to address their actions, Draco stood up and faced the professor with a mixture of apprehension and determination. "Professor, we understand that it was against the rules for me to enter the Gryffindor dormitory. We apologize for our disregard of the regulations. We were in the process of sorting through our newly acquired items from Hogsmeade, and it got a bit chaotic. We will take full responsibility for our actions."

Professor McGonagall maintained a stern expression but seemed slightly more inclined to listen after Draco's earnest apology. She spoke with a measured tone, addressing the situation at hand. "Mr. Malfoy, while your presence in the Gryffindor Common room is indeed a violation of the rules, I appreciate your acknowledgment of the wrongdoing. However, it does not excuse the fact that rules were broken. We must uphold the standards and expectations set for all students at Hogwarts." She folded her hands. "Which is why, to ensure there's no sabotaging from the Slytherin dorm" She nodded to Percy. "Mr. Weasley will be watching you four." She left them with a light smile on her face.

Percy nodded and sat on a nearby chair, he settled as he watched the four go about their sorting; it was actually funny to him to say the least, especially when it came to figuring out which merch was for who and the surprised reaction when it was revealed it was either one of the four or looking in confusion as they try to remember which of their other misfit friends was getting what.

Percy couldn't help but find amusement in their efforts to remember which items were meant for which individuals. It was a lighthearted moment amidst the seriousness of the situation. He realized that, despite their rule-breaking and occasional disagreements, the quartet shared a bond and an undeniable sense of camaraderie.

"Alright, we have the complete set of One Punch Man, who's this for?" Harry asked holding the box up, silence, he saw Draco frown in thought. "Is this one of Cora's gifts?"

"I think so?" Draco said uncertainty. "I thought one of you three got it for someone in Gryffindor."

Ron shook his head. "No?" He looked at it. "Uh…put it back in the trunk for later?" the group muttered in agreement.

"I could always take it off your hands." Percy offered, surprising his younger brother.

"Wait, what?" Ron looked at his older brother in disbelief.

"What?" Percy didn't flinch at his brother's shocked reaction. "It's a good series, I'd sometimes go to the muggle side to listen to it being streamed while I'm doing my summer homework." He took his wand out and used it to bring the boxset to him. "I'm amazed you found these at Hogsmeade, I'll have to go see if the DVDs are there as well."

Who was this redhead and what had he done with Percy Weasley was the only thought going through Ron's head as he continued to stare in disbelief. The rest of the group just brought Ron back to earth and finished up their sorting; Draco had his and the friends' gifts back in the trunk while Ron, Harry, and Hermione took their things to their dorm to put away for the night. With a final goodnight, Draco took the trunk to the Slytherin dorm where it would stay in his room for the time being until he had to wrap Chrys' and Cora's gifts. Everything else belonging to the rest of the Misfits would stay until he had a reason to go through them.

It was pretty strange, it seemed like no matter how much the useless members of the ministry tried, Muggle things were going to find their way into their world one way or another. As annoying as the thought was, some things were a true gem. A gem such as this, Draco shook his head and picked up the first volume of Requiem of the Rose King and reclined in the plush bed as he thought about it; perhaps if the Muggle side continued to bring something worthwhile then maybe they could slowly get rid of that Statue of Secrecy – within reasons. Draco wasn't in the mood for another witch hunt and he was certain that others felt the same way.

Those were thoughts for another day, right now it was time for an evening read before he went to bed.