-I'll miss you.- He whispered once again stroking her hair. He knew she liked it even though she always pretended it annoyed her.
-I do too.- She said quietly.
They had spent so much time trying to find the words to convey what they were feeling. When the darkness of the night outside the windows had already started to thin out they finally said goodbye and each went back to their own place.
Darius returned to the Embassy late at night. He couldn't marvel at how much one could talk to an old dragoness without even realising it. That said, it was the gossipy nature of her species that made itself known, not some special ability. She really does care about Draco. He shook his head. How could she not when she is his only family? He asked himself this question even though he knew full well that the answer was not as simple as he wanted it to be. She could, however, be a little bit more restrained. The boy is already thirteen and more mature than a couple of people who have already reached an advanced age. He snorted in thought. For half the night Nasua had probably told him the boy's entire life story weaving in educational advices. It's a good thing we're leaving tomorrow, or she wouldn't have let me live. He sighed heavily and scratched his chin. I need to lie down. I'm not a dragon and I need to sleep normally anyway. Then he remembered, too, that on his way out he had left Othis sleeping in his bed.
-I hope someone has taken him to his room.- He muttered under his breath, begging in his mind that this had actually happened. He didn't have the strength to deal with his sleepy friend anymore.
There was hardly anyone in the corridors, the only people he met were the guards on the night shift. When he stood in front of the door he breathed deeply and, with a strong faith in the resourcefulness of the Embassy staff, opened it and stepped inside. He immediately understood
