"I did. How did you know I knitted them myself?" A smile caught at the corners of her lips. Malfoy shrugged loosely, and then looked over his shoulder at the sound of footsteps – no doubt the students that remained at school were coming in for breakfast. The moment suddenly felt strained, as though they both want to finish the conversation before they were interrupted by clattering, chattering students, who would probably read things into this that weren't there at all.