But instead, it’s Malfoy. Closed off Malfoy who says two words to her, if at all, and then promptly looks away when their eyes meet—as if any contact, physical or hypothetical, is an exposure to a contagious disease. He acts like that towards her, indifferent, and then allows Sabine, albeit begrudgingly, to sit beside him as if they’re old friends. Side by side, not exchanging any kind of conversation, they sit together and just stare out into the snow.