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Domini Vida's office unique in one main respect...okay, two. One, it's two floors. And two, it's tear shaped. The door was kidnapped from an old muggle church that wasgoing to be torn down. And inside has silks everywhere. Incense, candles, warm colors. It's all very indian and egyptian mixed. Many different cultures are mixed. On the second floor is her bedroom. Her bed is a black swan with red satin bedding and black velvet curtains. Along one wall are three floor-to-ceiling bookshelves packed with every type of book imaginable. And in the far corner is a three door black walnut wardrobe and a screen behind which to change.

Draco, still on cloud nine, danced down the corridor and knocked on Domini's office door. Maybe he could disguise this visit as a heart to heart chat (the only problem with this idea was that Domini was not, in fact, criminally stupid). He hoped she would be there; she and Kiri had looked like they had something up their sleeve earlier. He heard a loud thump. "Domini, are you all right?" he called through the door. If she's just hurt herself, I have to go get Alair.

"I am very happy. Good, good, I was worried that you'd half killed yourself." He smiled mildly. "Mind if I come in?" Well, this isn't beyond suspicious. He noted the fallen silk. "D'you, er, want help with that?" Draco said, restraining himself from hugging her and shrieking at the top of his lungs that he was free. Had she slipped and fallen on the —he hesitated here as there seemed no practical purpose for them— curtains?

He nodded absently, strolling over to look at the bookshelves. "How have you been? We haven't really talked in—" Ten years since the time I kissed you on a staircase. "—ages. But I needed someone to talk to and I thought of you." He took a book off the shelves and opened it. "Have you read all of them or are they mostly decor?"

Draco shut the book he was holding. Herbology bored him near to tears if he let it. "Small talk does not count, Miss Vida. What've you been doing lately? Students driving you mad? Hectic love life?" He smiled genteelly. He did not tell her that he had nearly hexed a student that morning because he doubted that was the sort of thing she wanted to hear. Hell, she probably enjoyed this job. Draco shuddered involuntarily at the idea. Children were a menace to society and most of the ones at Hogwarts should have been put down for their own sakes. He let his face turn melancholy and thoughtful, hoping she might comment on it so he could tearfully divulge his break with Alair —in a manner that flattered him, of course.

He stared at his hands. "It's been a very trying day, Domini, and I don't mean first years having their hands taken off by La Rosa." No love life? Hold onto your lacy knickers, darling. "Alair and I, well—" Draco bit his lip. He did not, as such, feel bad about what he had done but about the way he knew that Alair would have taken it. "We had a falling out."

Draco shrugged. "There's not much to explain. I haven't been sleeping well so Alair gave me something to let me sleep. It's just a recurring nightmare and, well, it occurred to me that I'm probably not the best thing that's ever happened to Alair and possibly the worst. I decided we should take a break and I don't think he was too pleased with the idea. Alair doesn't like change." And that might as well be the truth.

"It's been too long since I haven't had one. I can't actually remember what it's like to be glorious single." He rolled his eyes. "You don't have to let your heart be shattered. Sometimes, the end of a relationship is more pleasure than agonizing heart-breaking misery." And I sound completely heartless. "You're far more sensitive than I am." He laughed softly. "Look, the whole business comes down to one thing: I like girls. I don't know how to tell him that."