Harry turns to look out the window, and his heart aches for Draco. She stopped dead in her tracks two steps outside the door, where she stands with hunched shoulders. Her free hand is making angry gestures when she yells into the receiver, but cards restlessly through her hair over and over again whenever she falls silent to listen. Even from behind, it's unmistakable that Draco starts growing exponentially more distraught with every passing minute. It reaches a fever pitch when she suddenly flings her phone away, sending it across the deck. Then she buckles and disappears from Harry's view. 