She was already there, sitting in the crooked chair with her arms crossed, looking as grumpy as he felt. The sweet stench of the air made him gag too, but Trelawney sitting behind her desk in her usual pink-grey robes didn’t seem to mind. Her eyes were even bigger behind her glasses than usual when she regarded him and Hermione sitting in front of her. Draco was fucking glad that she couldn’t see his hand finding Hermione’s down between their chairs. The touch alone gave him the strength to survive the meeting, at least.