Severus/Narcissa/Dominic Hearing the familiar voice almost caused Severus to drop Narcissa's hand, but as it was too late to do anything about it, he grudgingly stood there, neutral expression on his face. He looked Dominic over with a careful eye, wondering how Quidditch practise could lead to such a mark; it looked more like a full-on punch aimed precisely, not any sort of Quidditch scrape, yet he kept his mouth shut on the matter.
The general discomfort of that whole weekend had him on edge so that he did eventually pull away from Narcissa at Dominic's question, but he still stood quite close by her, daring his friend to make a comment about it.
"We were trying to enjoy Hogsmeade, but so far, the day hasn't gone quite well." There was a note of regret in his voice that he quickly tried to cover up with. "What are you doing running about? I thought you would be —" His words died in his throat as he heard what sounded like screams and cackles coming from somewhere else in the village. Eyebrows lowered and tightened in response as he completely turned from his two housemates and started searching for the source of the sound.
"Did you just... I thought I heard something..." he trailed off, ears perked up for the sounds.