"Poppy, your medical expertise with the catheter would be appreciated". Hermione wondered how Arthur could act so detached and uncaring in her presence. She watched as he played with a golden trinket, hardly a nervous tick but certainly less brazen then Draco display of feigned nonchalance. Her former classmate was playing with a heavy silver ball, she recognised it from her elf-lead training. Draco let the ball travel upwards juggling it back and forth threateningly testing the weight, acting like it was a quaffle and he was an eager beater ready with a bludger.