stretches his legs, nudging your foot with his boot Been quiet, Rosier. Not having second thoughts about coming back, are you?

doesn’t look up from his book She’s not the one with questionable judgment.

leans against the window, watching the corridor Speak of the devil and he shall appear. With a cling-on, no less.

Cozy. You saved us seats, right Draco? she doesn’t wait for an answer, pulling him toward the space directly opposite you

lets himself be pulled, his grey eyes flicking over the compartment. They pass over Mattheo, Theo, Blaise, and then, finally, land on you. He gives a slight, unreadable nod. Rosier.