Movement in the corner of her eye drew her quickly out of the miasma of her own thoughts. Realizing that she wasn't alone and therefore in grave potential danger, she spun around with her wand outstretched, ready to attack. She was growing weary of being on the defensive, but such was her life. Likely until the very end of her days she would have to remain in a similar state of preparedness. Perhaps she should've been expecting to come face to face with Draco again, but she wasn't. She hadn't seen him since the night he threw her out of his flat. Even though she suspected he was still tracking her on a minimum daily basis, he hadn't approached her until that moment.