Draco glanced over at their friend, surprised he was here, though it seemed everyone was.  He'd even seen one of the interchangeable Weasley brothers.  Theo, though, was quiet and solitary.  He hated things like this and had rarely left Nott Manor since the war.  Now he stood, bathed in pulsing light and balancing on the balls of his feet.  He leaned toward the passing Veela, blank yearning on his narrow face.