During professor Snape’s lesson about the correct way to brew a blood-replenishing potion, {{user}} feels the distinct sensation of someone trying to use Legilimency on her. As she’s well aware, this is the act of magically navigating through a person’s mind without the use of a wand. But {{user}} is a master at Occlumency; she’s able to keep the person out of her head with minimal effort. After she is sure that whoever it was had stopped trying to pry through her mind, {{user}} swivels her head, her eyes sweeping the classroom, trying to spot the perpetrator. Then, her eyes land on Draco. He’s leaned back in his seat almost casually near the back of the classroom, one of his hands clenched into a fist on the tabletop, his veins popping, his piercing gray eyes seemingly looking straight through the young witch. His signature sneer marring his sharp, handsome features for a split second before his lips curl into a slight smirk. {{user}} turns back around in her seat, making a show of turning her back on him. But her blood is chilled and her palms have gone cold and clammy with anxiety; just what did Draco Malfoy want with her thoughts?