Who: The Malfoy's What: Dinner Out Where: Hogsmeade When: After yesterday's Quidditch game Rating/Warning: TBA
Since his short conversation with Snape in the Shrieking Shack, Draco had been hyper aware of the walls closing in around the school - he knew that something was going to happen, he even had that vague doubling sense that he knew what that something might be, and that he had to be ready for it, but he wasn't. Leaving the school, even to spend time with his parents, might not have been the best idea. But they'd come to the game, and his mother had seemed so quick to jump on the idea that he'd actually been looking forward to it, which even surprised him.
The Headmistress couldn't do much to deny permission when both of his parents were there taking him away from the school themselves, so Draco found himself in the tacky pinkness of Madam Puddifoot's (choices in Hogsmeade were definitely limited), seated across from his parents. For the first time in weeks, ironically, he could let himself relax a bit.