Twenty to thirty werewolves in their human form, and a contact that would only deal if Draco were there to speak to him or her – now that was the bit that interested Draco. He had no idea who it could be. He would have said Blaise, but of course it couldn't be him. A little pang of grief and guilt twinged as Draco thought of Blaise. His first proper kill. He repressed a shudder, eyes on his boots, ignoring everyone around him and hoping they would pay no notice to him.