Marietta had left Roger behind to sign autographs and do some more celebrating with the team, and had opted not to wait for her other friends - like Cho, for instance, who was clearly busy - before taking a walk outside of the pitch. She was lost in thought, smiling slightly to herself, when she noticed a familiar, very blonde figure a few yards ahead of her. The last time she'd really seen Draco was the night when all hell had broken loose at the Manor; she wondered if she ought to catch up to him or not. Her steps quickened, but then she hesitated, frowning and unsure of herself. He looked even more lost in thought than she'd been. Perhaps he'd have heard her footsteps behind him; there was no way to avoid him now if she was to keep walking in the same direction. Chewing her lip, she carried forward and had no idea what to expect if he stayed in her path.