Hermione twiddled with the scroll in her hands, unrolling it and letting it spring back up into a curl of paper, listening to Cho, Ginny and Luna talk. A constant wash of muted chatter and soft giggles as they talked boys and gossip, with Luna’s occasional comment on how that sounded just like Polliwiggles, or Humptyscrumps, whatever completely imaginary creatures they might be. Hermione sat in the big overstuffed armchair at a right angle to the couch Ginny and Cho sat on, Luna sitting cross-legged on the floor and making little flowers out of some coloured paper she’d found somewhere. It was cosy and relaxing, despite Hermione’s worry about how his reunion with his mother was going for Draco. She wanted to be there with him. Well, she didn’t particularly want to see Narcissa Malfoy, but she wished she wasn’t just sitting here waiting uselessly.