"We should leave now." Draco's voice echoed behind as he approached her.
"Hm." She nodded weakly as she gave one last glance at the unconscious girl, her heart tearing apart as she squeezed her cold hands gently, as if passing on some sort of assurance.
As Draco pulled her away from the eerie vicinity, her mind constantly wandered to the girl's plight, Malika. That name, whenever mentioned or she thought about it, it teetered on the fringes of her memories, so delicate and familiar, she could almost point her fingers on the vague memories but she couldn't.
As they walked down the hallway, Draco broke her out of her reverie "Did you remember her, Or were your memories triggered in any way?" He asked, his voice coated with curiosity and a slight mix of impatience.
