Unable to shake the feeling as though someone had been watching him, Dean almost couldn't resist taking another glance behind him. It had almost felt as though he had gazed behind himself numerous of times. The action had been within his body to accomplish, but he didn't mange it. Of course, curiosity over filled him, but if his thoughts had been correct, the person would make themselves known if they wanted Dean's undivided attention. Despite feeling so, he continued down the path before him. Maybe it wasn't a brilliant idea to take a walk in the middle of the night, especially after the news of the breakout. He still didn't think there was much to worry about, especially since history tended to repeat itself, even if no one wanted it too. Others could be filled with delusions, or those of grandor, but he was going to keep optimistic about current events. Besides, someone had to, right? He had already told a couple of his close friends that there was nothing to worry about.
Dean was mistakenly lost in thought. The only other times that he had felt such a way was while drawing. He could lose all of himself in a particular drawing that he had put his heart into, nor could many people pull him away from one either. Maybe if one was lucky enough though. Gathering himself back into reality, it was the sound against the brick that had caused him to considerably slowed his pace before fully stopping. That was when he know he wasn't being foolish. Dean had heard something and decided to ignore his gut, which was an all too familiar feeling. It had been the same feeling that coursed through his system the night near the fire with Ted Tonks. A part of him wanted to confine in the man that there was a strange feeling in the air, but the lack of running at that particular moment stopped him completely to remince with the older man and their three other companions. It was an almost ill-fated mistake on his part and there was a possible chance that it would happen once again.
The sound of the apparation had snapped his head back in the front of him, already too late to grasp a hold of his wand. If Dean moved his hand a couple of inches into his pocket, there was a chance that he wouldn't leave that area with a hand. Brown eyes glanced in front of him, remaining still for a few seconds before furring his eyebrows together. The woman before him hadn't been a familiar sight at all. Not even the slightest, however, she seemed to know his name quite easily. "How can I miss you, if I don't have a clue who you are?" he questioned her statement. The wheezy giggle should have been a dead give away. He should have had a slight inkling on the identity of the woman. Maybe if he had spent last year in Hogwarts it would have snapped into his mind with ease. The lack of time he lingered within his second home was simply because he couldn't provide any proof on his real blood status. Half-blood.
If anyone asked Dean's opinion on such a matter, he would say that he was one of the lucky ones, especially with the physical appearance of his best friend.