Ten minutes ago, Susan had checked the list, sure that she had to get to the interview with Draco Malfoy soon, only to realise that soon had come and gone. She was late. Fifteen minutes past the hour, she entered the restaurant where Tracey was set to meet Draco, trying not to rush because she was fairly sure that Tracey didn't rush for anyone.
She was lead to the table that Draco where already seated and smiled confidently as she assured herself that she could do this; she'd fooled Tracey's co-workers all day. She could definitely do this. She hoped.
"Draco," she said, ignoring how weird it sounded to her ears.