She nodded sharply and fell silent as she buttered her toast and poured her coffee. Draco couldn’t find it in himself to eat anything at all though and was instead leant on his elbow with his palm pressed against his mouth, not quite sure what to do with himself. He was about to stand up and leave, when Granger spoke again, "...have they found Crabbe, then?" Next to her, Weasley stilled, obviously listening.