Her mind lost elsewhere, it took a fair amount of time for Lyra's senses to prickle in that peculiar way she'd yet to grow used to.

It was a good massage, serving to loosen her muscles considerably. Only when her mind set its usual course for Will Parry and what he might be doing back in his Oxford right that instant did she frown, rolling her shoulders in an attempt to buck Draco off. "Okay, that's good," she managed as casually as possible, loath to let a sour mood over come her mischievous one.