"You're going out there, aren't you?" Astoria leaned on the frame of the open door, watching Draco. She recognized that look, had seen it in milder variations, back home. This was the look of Draco resolved, or trying to be.
Story wasn't sure what to say. She wouldn't try to stop him -- couldn't, in good conscience, after what had happened to Pansy. But she could push down the creeping terror before it sunk its claws into her heart, could do her best to help him face his demons with a level head... if she could only find the right words. It had never been so hard, before, when she knew exactly where she stood with him. Everything was different, here, even before the monsters. But maybe... maybe she could still be this person, for him, even if he didn't want the rest of her.