The red immediately drained from Evie's face, leaving her pale with shock and fright. Draco Malfoy?
"Oh bollocks," she swore. "I knew I knew him from somewhere, I just couldn't place him... and now I'm probably on his hit list." She was getting a little panicky now. She couldn't believe that she had mouthed off to Malfoy, of all people.
"His Dad's a Death Eater?" she squeaked, eyes wide. "Oh Lord, Alfie, what am I going to do?" She shrank back into the chair, as if the cushions would shelter her should Malfoy decide to storm the Hufflepuff Common Room with a band of followers, bent on retribution.