Chapter Fifteen:Maa missed the good old days, when she could burst into any room, and announce her decision, causing a chain of events where an army of sycophants scurried off to blindly do her bidding. Those were the good old days.
At the moment, she didn’t even have a room to burst into. The last time she’d been taken to Draco, she was unconscious. The trio of marked thuds collected her limp body from the gutter and carried to ancestors only knew where.
Leaving the hidden encampment didn’t help. Her head had been covered by a bag that smelled of dead cat, in the most undignified fashion. The whole experience left her with only a fleeting memory of where Draco’s hideout might be. Her decision to retrace her steps might have been a colossal waste of her precious time, but now that she wa
