Just as she was about to give up any hope at all that she would ever be able to leave the room she was willingly cooped up in, a flash of pale hair in the moonlight caught her eye. It had been several days since she last saw Draco in the village, but there was no mistaking his distinctive appearance. When he walked closer and closer to the house she was in and stopped only steps from the window she was peeking out of, she knew that he was there to find her. Though he might have been slightly more welcome in the village than she was, she knew that he was treated with almost as much suspicion.