Her throat was dry, and her heartbeat was going at Olympic – and frankly quite worrying – speeds. Her hair was still behaving quite well so she left it down – the easier to hide any mortified blushes behind if, or rather when things got awkward with Malfoy. She made sure to arrive to dinner early, so she could steel herself for Malfoy's arrival before he appeared, dragging Neville along with her as a human shield just in case he had decided to be there early too. Luckily Neville was an early riser, and had already been up, pottering about in the greenhouses cheerfully. They chatted about light topics as they made their way to the Hall.