Draco knew full well that he was horribly out of practice when it came to keeping people out of his head; it simply hadn't been much of a necessity of late. The City, with everything that it did to them, rarely attempted mental attacks. He wasn't sure that the incidents involving nightmares or dreamscapes really counted, in truth.

But as he felt an unfamiliar brush against his mind, he found that he could at least throw up a couple of walls in his defence. The spell was easy enough, familiar on his lips, but he found himself curious as to who was capable of getting in like that, with such ease. It, oddly, felt like Charles. But not; he knew what Charles' mind felt like.

It was with a frown on his features that he continued walking down the street, getting nearer to Jean with every step. As he rounded the corner and spotted her, his first thought wasn't she's the one, though; it was she looks new.

"All right?"