"You’re a sick man, Smith." As Smith pointedly ignored him, Draco rolled his eyes and stood. He felt a bit wobbly on his feet for a moment, but he quickly got it together and strolled out of the small infirmary. Contrary to Smith’s guess, he didn’t really have all that much to do. He’d already closed his recent cases and filed all the terribly boring paperwork. He was mostly just waiting around on an extended lunch break. Deciding that his head felt well enough, and with the weather being fairly decent, he walked towards the Ministry’s Quidditch pitch. It wasn’t regulation sized, of course, but there were always enough people hanging about that they could form a quick pick-up game.