As he ascended the steps, he found no lingering anxiety. Satisfied, he continued up the steps more confident than before. As he rounded the last step, he spotted a familiar figure sitting on the ledge. Her feet were hanging out over the ledge under the railing, and she seemed to be humming to herself. Her school bag was sitting nearby, an open textbook lay beside her. Her curls were pulled back over one shoulder and tied with a ribbon. Draco allowed himself a full minute to appreciate the serene—no, peaceful—expression on her face. Her eyes were closed, and he could make out freckles dotted along her nose and just under her eyes.