Re: 9:17pm
Draco had no desire to converse longer than necessary with Weaselby. Still, he was keenly aware of the political power the Weasleys wielded in this new world. Given that, he would play nice. After all, the best revenge was that which was inflicted by one's enemies on themselves.
No amount of pretending could fool himself into thinking he was comfortable among the filth out beyond the safety of Wizard-only areas tonight. Though the question was not unexpected. Of course the idiot would ask about the effect the Muggles had on him.
Draco shrugged his shoulders noncommittally. "I shared a table with a few of them."
He took the change of direction gratefully, even if it revolved around the youngest Weasley and a new picture. Accepting the picture, he examined it, or rather pretended to. It wasn't as if the girl were all that attractive.
Though he wasn't able to convince himself of it completely, and so he focused on the rest of the team. Girls who played professional Quidditch weren't anything but a shag, and Weasley, well, Weasley shouldn't even be that.
"Nice," he said, handing the picture back.
"Well, don't let me keep you. I am sure Miss Granger," he was careful not to trip on the honourific, "is missing you."