"So what did you like most about living in the Muggle world?" Hermione asked, raising a curious and slightly worried brow at Malfoy, who had so far drunk four large glasses of faerie wine with his dinner. She was rather concerned he might fall down if he stood. It was four days after end of term and the atmosphere was oddly peaceful and festive, the Hall bright with touches of Christmassy festooning. Apart from Minerva, Sinestra, and Karl Milngavie, no other teachers were present at the High Table this evening, and the students" table were nearly empty with only fifteen having remained this year. Malfoy shrugged, and scowled at his dinner plate; most of his meal finished.