The pale blue crystalline light that indicated early evening drifted into the dining room of Marella’s villa, reflecting across gold silverware and bone-white china. It was their first formal meal with Marella and two visiting friends. The group was drinking white wine, reminiscing and sharing stories amongst each other. Hermione was tipsy, wearing her curly hair loose after an afternoon swim with Harry (and a still disgruntled) Ron. Draco was poking at a scallop at the end of the table, on his second bottle of wine, looking quite gloomy, casting sordid glances across the table and wincing at the outbursts of laughter. 