“No, not like that!” Draco jabbed with his cue again, sending the balls clattering madly around the green baize-covered table. Potter was trying to teach him how to play Snooker, which was apparently a ‘super fun’ muggle game, but Draco somehow couldn’t see it. He and Potter were in one of the upstairs sitting rooms, the one with the tapestry depicting “The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black” which Potter had turned into a games room of sorts. Evidently the tapestry had a permanent sticking charm on it, and so far no one had worked out how to get it down. In fact, Draco could see his name embroidered in golden thread at the bottom and rather curiously his father’s death date had been added, meaning that it was magically self-updating too. He idly wondered if Hermione’s name migh

