The Great Hall was growing quiet as breakfast came to an end, and most of the students meandered off to class. Draco was in no hurry; he had a free period to do as he wished. He had finished pushing his food about his plate in idle thought, looking off into space as he recounted the last few weeks in detail. Thoughts ran through his mind like a horde of birds; twisting, writhing, fluttering about in a chaotic swarm but just staying out of reach so he could not quite pinpoint one thought or idea specifically. He knew he felt  things  for her, but did it matter? Would it ever matter? She was gone, and he was here. In a world that still despised him for who he was.