She sat next to Weasley, rolling her eyes at something he’d said as she unrolled a scroll one of the Aurors had shoved across to her. She was oblivious to Draco’s gaze, but Weasley looked up and stared directly at Draco. He expected a sneer or contemptuous dismissal after their...disagreement last night, but instead Weasley just lifted his glass of firewhiskey and nodded at Draco in neutral acknowledgement. Draco nodded back numbly, feeling dazed, and then Chang tugged on Weasley’s arm and he turned to her with a sickeningly sappy look on his face. Draco blinked and furrowed his brow. If he had to die – or more hopefully, live – alongside anyone, perhaps these people wouldn’t be so bad.