"It's been weeks, and he's one of Theo's oldest friends. Surely they've... come to terms. His fiancé is here, after all." Susan wrung her hands in a rare show of nerves. They were talking about Draco. Discussing whether he would show up for Theo's party. The group had been very tight-lipped about what had occurred the night she woke the first time. She herself was hazy on the details and only vaguely recalled a feeling of unfiltered panic, but apparently Draco had seen and had been less than pleased with his best friends. She supposed she couldn't blame him. He hadn't spoken, as far as she was aware, to either Blaise or Theo since they had gone to his home in Devon to explain. He hadn't shown his face at Nott Manor, either. She silently hoped he wouldn't come, sparing them all from what was undoubtedly going to be an awkward encounter.