Astoria came down the stairs from her dorm room, potions book in one hand, sugar quill, which she was currently nibbling the end off of delicately, in the other hand, and rather dreamy expression on her face. She ambled her way over towards the fireplace, hoping vainly that some seventh or sixth year hadn't already taken all the prime spots. Her face fell a little when she saw her favorite chair occupied, but brightened when she saw by whom it was playing host to. "Draco, good evening," she said sunnily, moving over to another couch. It wasn't as close to the fire, but it was far enough away to give him his space if he desired it. "I was going to write you a note this evening, thank you so much for the sugar quills." She waved the one in her hand airly. "They quite improved the outlook for the day."