A Butterbeer and a Sketch Pad((Draco Malfoy))

Bonnie sat on a stool beside the bar, staring at her untouched butterbeer. She nibbled at her lower lip and sighed softly, fingers curling tight around the mug. She had been alone for the longest time, hadn't spoken to anyone in days. She used to like it, being alone. But now it just felt empty. Her sketch pad was flipped open to the picture of Draco she had drawn when they first met. Deep red curls were piled atop her head in a messy bun, her face bare of makeup. She just didn't care to try to make herself look pretty anymore. She blinked back her tears, her eyes shifting to a liquid gold. Her nose wrinkled and she finally lifted the butterbeer to her mouth to take a sip.

Draco shuffled his feet a bit as he stood outside the three broomsticks. It was chilly but not enough to make him need to go inside. Though he really wanted to. Draco sighed a bit before pushing through the doors of the inn. His eyes immediatly fell on the mess of ginger curls by the bar. He inched over to get a better look at the girl. "Bonnie?" He questioned, raising a brow. It had been a while since he had seen her, he almost didnt recognize the girl.

She jumped atop her barstool, slamming her sketch pad closed at the sound of Draco's voice. She glanced up at him from under deep red curls, blinking. Her index finger lazily traced circles on the cover of her sketch pad, and she smiled softly, eyes shifting to their normal pale green. "Draco," she murmured, tilting her head. "It sure has been a while, huh?"