"I wouldn’t worry about that too much, Lovegood," Draco had strolled up to the table, an enormous black cloak wrapped around his shoulders with the collar turned up to nearly above his ears, and the bottom sweeping down below his knees, cutting a figure reminiscent of the one Harry had once been accustomed to seeing striding across the atrium of the Ministry of Magic; he stopped next to Cho, "Pansy’s forgiven me for worse insults," he drawled, nodding a greeting to Cho who smiled back awkwardly.