Marietta had stayed a reasonably safe distance behind Draco, but when she saw him round the corner, she was again faced with the question of whether or not she should approach. There was no harm, really. They hadn't left things on terrible terms - well, aside from him publicly saying that she was an inconsequential blip on the map of his life, that is, but some part of her was convinced that was all meant to get Pansy back, and she couldn't blame him for that. So why shouldn't she at least say hello?
And then she turned the corner. And saw him sitting. Looking...hollow.
He was clearly in his own world as she walked closer, but once she was near enough, she forced herself to address him nonetheless. "Draco?"