It was the perfect storm of trouble. Theo’s last sentence landed like iron in her gut at the same moment that she finally spotted the person she’d been scanning the crowd for. Malfoy, tall and perfectly coiffed, all the right angles bundled in one neat package. He was standing at the bar, and he was... smiling. Yes, that was definitely what that expression was, even if it was something she’d never seen before. He wasn’t alone. He was smiling at–