Draco for his part came down straight from the Ministry. Nothing in his appearance betrayed the turmoil of werewolf attacks and potion resistance at work; he was nicely clad in an all-wizard attire, legs swaying lightly as he walked across the cobblestones, his smile as pleasant and vacant as the watery late summer sun. Some people muttered his name as he passed; he reacted with a look once or twice, but decided not to linger.
Contrary to Astoria, Draco hadn't given their lunch appointment an awful lot of thought. Circumstances more than anything were responsible for this sorry state of affairs - he didn't think little Greengrass wasn't interesting, but he'd never been close to her in the first place, she was a woman, and he wasn't a Legilimens so it was hard to get a vibe off her - why bother trying? From the way she had approached him he got a feeling she was stepping up her game like any good Slytherin, though. Trying to get into the Dark Lord's favour no doubt, as so many before her.