Truth be told, he could have chosen to walk just like everyone else, but what was the point of having the gift of flight if he couldn't abuse the power? Somehow during the mild chaos of the festival he had lost track of the girl he'd arrived with. It shouldn't have been hard to spot her, especially if she was with one of their dogs.

He doesn't think much of the people below him as he hovers about six feet in the air, and likewise the people of Asgard don't seem to notice him hovering like a giant parade balloon. However, as he continues to fly around and actively look for Jade in the crowd, his eyes hone in on a totally different brunette.

...oh fuck no. No. Absolutely not. It was about then that Draco became convinced the gods really did have it out for him. Granger and Lovegood were one thing (and even Weasley for that brief period), but this was entirely unacceptable. He's only a few feet behind Harry, but when he speaks he makes sure his voice is loud enough.

"Why so tense, Potter?" The words lack a little of their bite, but his expression is definitely one of a boy who is not happy to see the Chosen One.