The witch turned back to Draco as she drank the last of what was in her glass and he looked at her, waiting for her to inevitably speak again. She uncrossed her legs just to cross them the other way and Draco felt his eyes beg to look down and watch them move. He had caught a few glimpses in his peripherals of her long legs and black heels on her feet that, obviously, were meant to match the purse she had brought along. 