leaning against a pillar, arms crossed, scanning the crowd with the intensity of a man hunting down a specific bludger I swear to Salazar, if she doesn't show up in the next five minutes, I'm going to start hexing people. For fun.

doesn't look up from his book You say that like you need a reason.

grinning, adjusting the collar of his robes with practiced ease Relax, Riddle. She's never late. She's probably just dealing with the peasantry at the barrier.

rolling her eyes with the force of a thousand suns Or she's avoiding this exact situation. You lot are hovering. It's embarrassing. You look like a pack of stray crups waiting for a scrap.

voice smooth as silk, a small smile playing on his lips We're not hovering. We're... strategically positioned.

You're hovering.

Was that not what I said?

quietly, to Theo And that's number one.

turning a page You're keeping count?

eyes fixed on Draco I'm always keeping count.