Draco is loath to admit, but Zabini’s massive villa is the perfect locale. Situated deep in a vineyard in the wilds of Italy, the privacy and stunning views—unmatched. The whispers, murmurs, a gentle swelling of sound, it’s all been steadily increasing as their party has gotten underway; just now peaking with Astoria’s sharp intake of breath at his side. The prickle of awareness strikes him a moment too late to make an escape.