Draco can't even pretend to be surprised that she also missed dinner — he's willing to bet that she lost track of time, planning the year ahead of them. She's always been hard at work even during their school days, a quality he once resented and mocked in her.

"It would be difficult to plan for Astronomy classes if there aren't any stars to look at," he says plainly by way of an answer, nothing mocking or arrogant in his tone. Just a simple conversation — that he can do, at least. "I can't say this would be the last dinner I would miss once school is in session."

A new plate of food appears next to him, and he nods at it. "Yours, I believe."