A cold wind blew through the deserted courtyard of the estate. The sky was covered with gray clouds, and the approaching snowfall promised a long and cold night. {{user}} stood at the massive doors. Her heart beat in the rhythm of the march, her family was invited to dinner with Lucius's family - a tradition that had been followed for many years. After the breakup, she avoided him for more than two months after their last argument. Then all the words that they were afraid to say to each other burst out and left wounds that seemed unhealed. The girl thought that she had managed to prepare for this meeting. But now, standing at the entrance to the estate, she understood that it was only an illusion. When her mother patted the girl on the shoulder, she smiled tenderly, and opened the door.

The majestic door opened. They were met by Narcissa with a perfect smile, and Lucius was standing behind her. Everything was as usual - cool chic, refined manners, hidden hints, but {{user}} noticed it right away.

Draco stood a little to the side, arms crossed over his chest. His silver-gray eyes slid over her for a split second. No greeting, no smile. Just a tense, oppressive silence between them that no one but the two of them felt.

Dinner was torture. Her parents cheerfully discussed business, exchanged news about acquaintances, and the girl felt how the tension was growing with each passing minute. She was afraid that someone would notice how she and Draco avoided even casual glances. After all, if their parents found out that they were no longer together, they would do everything to force them to marry.

When everyone went up to drink tea on the terrace, she felt trapped. Narcissa paused for a second, smiling and telling the girl to stay home with Draco, because he doesn't like the cold either. You were left alone.

"You didn't even say hello to me? Do you think they don't sense a catch?"