Now that he was at a distance from Draco, Harry felt completely disoriented. He stood for a moment scanning the crowd, unable to decide what to do from now on. He knew that Draco had disappeared into the crowd somewhere to his right, and because of that, Harry was looking left, even though it went against all of his instincts not to look after the other.<br/>While restlessly fidgeting with his cuff, Harry's eyes were caught by a familiar pair. Liz, still in the company of the older gentleman (whose name Harry had completely forgotten) waved him over with a smile. Casting a glance across this shoulder, still in an instinctive search for a pink suit, Harry excused himself through the crowd to join his supervisor.