He should’ve seen it, he realised as his eyes traced the full, brunette curls that sprawled across her shoulders. They were slightly tamer, streaked with hints of grey, but otherwise, it was exactly the same. Just like smile lines that deepened around her mouth when she smiled, the comforting expression in her eyes. A pounding in his head drowned out the sound of their conversation; pleasantries exchanged back and forth as Draco’s world came crashing down around him. He had to get out of there, had to leave, to get home, to tell—