She grimaced, "Don’t be mad with me," she said firmly, and Draco shook his head in confusion, before he noticed the last two arrivals at the same time as Harry. Bringing up the rear, and circumnavigating the bar entirely, was Daphne and Astoria Greengrass, and for a moment, Harry couldn’t take his eyes off the younger girl. She had an intense look in her eye as she peered about the pub, self-assured and confident as she pulled her more reluctant, older sister towards the back corner of the pub. He could see the ghost of the woman she would grow into in the slight upwards tilt of her nose, her narrow jawline, and her severe cheek bones. Next to him, Draco froze.