Instead of going right into work this morning, she'd let Ewan convince her to take a half day and sleep in (or at least, get some morning sleep) and then go to brunch, and from brunch to work. Given she only planned on doing a large lot of glamour charms to sell at the shop -- which would be time consuming and energy consuming -- she was dressed nicely but casually, something that looked nice but would be comfortable to wear. Deep green, high waisted, but no longer quite enough to hide the slight swell of her belly. She held Ewan's hand with casual ease, her ring glinting in morning light.
Blaise was, by contrast, dressed much more finely, but he almost always dressed nicely for work. Not fancy-fine, but fine, his suit sharp and smart. He sat on Dora's other side, having greeted the couple with a warm smile. He remembered Ewan from the Slytherin common room, where the Hufflepuff had been a familiar sight for pretty much all his years there until the couple graduated. Blaise himself, while he could be the life of a party, had often let himself be a quiet observer in the common room, though he'd had a large circle of people he'd been friends with. He made easy conversation with the two for a few minutes until Draco came rushing in.
Dora tsked her tongue at the blond man. "Draco! So improper, you're late," she said, teasing mockery colouring her voice. If that weren't enough, she was smiling at him fondly enough, simply taking the opportunity to heckle him.
"Yes, Draco, you're late! I thought you were standing me up," Blaise said, leaping on the opportunity Dora provided him to pick on his best mate.
Dora laughed and rolled her eyes. "Draco, you must remember Ewan, right?" It was true that she and Draco hadn't been close in their youth, Dora's mother keeping distance between their families for the obvious reasons. Dora had, too, for a time resented how Draco's father had ended up elbowing her off the team, with the donation of brooms and the addition of Draco's friends. But the war had changed things, and they'd both been the victims of the Lestranges, their mutual aunt and uncles, even if the relation was purely by marriage. They'd suffered a bit of hell together, and after the war and her exit of Azkaban, they'd managed to keep the friendship.