Draco M. takes the seat across from her and carefully folds his napkin over his lap. She watches him intently as he makes a forkful of food, seeing immediately that their table manners are very different. While she is slouched over her plate shoveling food into her mouth, Draco M. sits up perfectly straight and takes the smallest, most proper bite of the salad. She can’t help but to laugh, and he raises an eyebrow at her as he chews with his mouth fully closed.