The quick letter was little more than a scrap of parchment that had been delivered to her via Draco, his face twisted up with all the finality of someone delivering a death sentence, rather than a note. Maybe he knew what it was. Maybe he had read it? Either way, no matter if he had or not, his throat had bobbed as he called -  Her  - name, his eyes avoiding her in just the same manner that he had all year. She had snatched it from his pale grip, pushed him away, and then watched as he scampered off with all the frightened grace of a startled puppy.