Draco gazed at Rosina's room, which was full of dust, and the darkness didn't make the place any better. He sighed deeply when he discovered that Rosina was gone and went away; that broke his heart.
"Ah, what am I doing?" Draco closed his eyes as he sat on the bed. He felt the pressure of getting the crown to himself and thought it was a burden, but he couldn't escape.
"It will be fine," Draco whispered to console himself as he sighed heavily. He looked at the old bed that was one step away from collapsing. He couldn't help but think what kind of life Rosina had suffered at the hands of her parents.
"Draco?" Bertrando knocked on the door to get Draco's attention. He smiled and leaned against the wall.
"What is it?" Draco looked up. He raised his eyebrow toward Bertrando, who was finally awake.
"Where's Rosina?" Bertrando asked.
