In his line of work, Draco had become adept at reading body language. Everyone had subtle cues to what they were thinking. Draco had prided himself in reading the unsaid behind people’s words, which is why it frustrated him more that Blaise had snuck through the grass like a venomous serpent. The man had always been quiet, reserved, but had been more so over the last few weeks, which should have been enough for Draco to know something was going on.