@azolias / a closed starter.
It seemed to Draco that literally the entire wizarding world had come to Hogwarts to pay their respects to the Minister of Magic and be there for her family members. That would have been touching if it hadn’t been slightly strange, because Draco was convinced that there were some people around who had never even met Hermione Granger. It was all a matter of symbolism, Draco guessed, and as heir to a wealthy and pure bloodline he should be appreciative of exactly that. He wasn’t, though. He’d never been much for small talk and pretending to find things interesting, and he doubted that some of the other attendees didn’t feel the same. Still, it felt strange being here for Draco, so that meant he looked for something familiar and found it in the daughter of the best friend that Draco spend years side-by-side by at the school when he was much younger. He approached her after a quick look around the Great Hall and studied her briefly before he spoke. “I recognize that this is a very sad occasion, but I am nevertheless happy to see you, Azolia. It’s been a while.” That was a vague notion, but that was because Draco could not recall when he last saw her. Days tended to blur into one when weeks looked alike. “How are you doing? How do you feel about this?” Even if perhaps Azolia hadn’t known Granger, didn’t mean Draco shouldn’t check in. He couldn’t know how someone else could be feeling, and history told him he was terrible at guessing it.
