The witch raised her eyebrow at him and crossed her arms. The way her arms squeezed her bosom together was enough to make Draco look her way again. His eyes stayed above her collarbone. "Not  knitting, you dimwit." She began. "You look like you read. Or play wizard chess. Oh, or," she got excited, leaning in towards him and he fought against the need to pull away, far far away. "Do you ride dragons? I know that’s a thing that rich people do."