Draco sat in her room alone, she was always alone in her room when she wasn't at the guild or on missions. Her room wasn't like the other rooms in the house, she kept the windows closed at all times and she had added dark, thick, heavy curtains that completely blocked out the sunlight during the day, she always had those closed as well. She had dozens of her own paintings and drawings mounted on the walls, they were not very cheerful art pieces either. She had a bookshelf that she had carved herself, it looked like a dragon's head with an open mouth for the books to be put in, she also had some flying wooden dragon figurines hanging from the ceiling that moved when they were touched. She had other dragon nick-knacks and dreary looking objects in the room. Overall, her room was very dark and dreary.<br/><br/>Draco got up for the day and walked into the bathroom before getting undressed for a shower. After she was done with her shower she got dressed and dried her hair, she didn't once look in the mirror as she got dressed because she knew she'd only see a monster staring back at her. She finished getting ready for the day before she walked out of her room and headed for the guild. She walked in to see the guild was in the middle of another fight and sighed. Draco had the same unique skill as Master Erza in a sense that she could get the guild members to stop fighting with a single glance. Draco used this skill and glared at everyone, instantly causing them to freeze in the midst of their fight. Draco then sighed and continued walking forward towards James who had waved at her. Draco was almost always silent, even in the guild she rarely spoke. Draco silently sat down next to James and started drawing another depressing picture in her sketch book.