Draco moved his hand to hold his chin and cover his mouth as he watched the scene unfolding. She held a mastery that left everyone speechless, including himself. Lovegood could have been William Shackspear himself; he awed within. Marveling, he watched her sword fight pretend enemies, whimper delicately at the injustice of slain young, and sing a lullaby that he caught a few students crying silently in response.