Monday, January 30th ~ Morning
Ten days. Two weekend dinners missed and Draco knew his time was running out. He was half surprised not to have found his mother on his doorstep last night, as a matter of fact, demanding to know where he had been and what had gone wrong - by this point there was no way that she hadn't realized that something had happened.
Speaking of time running out... A slight stiffness in his mother's shoulders at her desk before him let Draco know that she had realized she wasn't alone. Stepping out of the shadows from where he had watched her, he greeted her coolly, "Hello Mother," before she had time to reach for her wand. Stepping behind her, he put a hand on the back of her chair, not being able to trust himself with it on her shoulder. Leaning down he glanced at the papers before her before arching a brow at her.
"And whose life are you running today?"