In the Great Hall, at the Slytherin table, Draco looked at the persistently empty seat and felt a nagging unease in his chest.
How many days had it been? No matter how busy Allie was, she should have carved out some time to join them for meals. He had made it clear enough that networking was paramount in Slytherin, and she needed to get a grip on it.
"Pansy, Pansy!" Draco tapped the table, calling out to Pansy, who was across from him, picking critically at her food with Daphne. "Where is Allie? You two haven't seemed to spend any time together these days."
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