"Thank you, Sylvan." Hermione smiled at the man, her small trunk floating by her side as she stood in the light streaming through the kitchen door. Draco stood still and silent, leaning against the wall by the door, examining his nails as she said goodbye to the Healer. He had already said a brusque thank you, and shook the man's hand, and suffered through Sylvan's warnings about keeping up with the scar liniment applications and being careful not to strain his voice and all that other rot.