She had never seen Malfoy adopt such a casual posture as that of crouching. Such an unaristocratic, or inelegant, position. And she had never been so close to him. So close that, if she wanted to touch him, all she had to do was raise her hand. She had never seen his face, his profile, so close. The colour of his eyes was definitely unusual, and at that moment she thought she had never appreciated how much they sparkled. Definitely more than those of other people she knew. His sleek hair was currently a bit dishevelled, possibly from the hard training. It was a bit messy at the top of his crown, and his fringes didn’t look as neat as usual either. Possibly because of the wind, so many metres up in the air. And the young man hadn’t noticed to rearrange it.