"Yes well, I made a special trip, Draco." She laughed, rolling her eyes. Leave it to Draco to somehow think she was here for him. Though it wasn't that she'd hadn't written a few owls to him she had never sent. Things had just ended so horribly, and she had no idea if he'd even want to hear from her. Not knowing was certainly better than having her heart stomped on.
She relaxed a bit when she saw him smile. Not that she didn't remember that charming smile could be a ruse, but still, it was something familiar. "I went to bed last night in Paris, after going to a fundraiser with Andrea, and woke up in an uncomfortable bed with cheap sheets and a horrible pillow in a flat I had never seen before this morning." She shrugged, "Someone told me it was 2008, but when I went to bed it was 2000."