Picking up a stack of dirty dishes from the table, she carried them over to the sink. She was glad to have something tangible that she could do, something that she could put her hands on. Feeling helpless was infuriating. When she crossed in front of the window, she almost gasped out loud. Standing away from the house, but still close enough that she could make out his familiar pale blond hair, Draco appeared to be staring straight at her. She knew that because there was a Fidelius Charm on the house that he couldn't actually see her through the window. Even knowing that didn't make her feel less discomfited.