Draco dropped the quill on the table without even looking at it and it didn’t take him three seconds to walk out the Changing Room door. The sun was no longer as bright as it had been when he had been training, but it was still daylight. It would be mid-afternoon, surely. He walked calmly out onto the grass, head held high, scanning the skies for Granger. At first, he didn’t see her anywhere. Well, maybe he’d been wrong. Was she flying so high that he couldn’t even see her?