“The girls are going to love you,” the robemaker gushed, “My niece, Tina, a lovely girl, she goes to Hogwarts too. Fifth year, Hufflepuff, you should look her up.”

It was then that Sirius noticed the customers who had entered the store. A good looking young man his own age was standing nearby observing Sirius with interest. If the boy’s pale coloring and aristocratic features did not give away his identity, his intelligent grey eyes would have made him instantly recognizable as they were quite like Sirius’ own grey gaze. An inheritance from a mutual Black family ancestor, those eyes sized Sirius up with the instinctual recognition of another wizard of wealth and class. Sirius could detect no hint that the boy knew who he was as he came over to address him.

Draco…” Narcissa called from across the store.

Draco cast a scowl in his mother’s direction, and then turned back to Sirius, “yeah, I know what you mean. She would have had me study at home too, if she had her way,” the boy gestured toward the back of the store. “I personally would have chosen Durmstrang, but Hogwart’s will do for now."

Question: Why do we always manage to meet Draco in the clothing shop?




Answer: Because the boy's got styyyyyylllle!!!

Suddenly Tonks let out a startled squeak and Bettina Breakheart was tossed clumsily back onto the shelf.

“It’s only because you’re the best DADA teacher we’ve ever had,” Harry stated matter of fact, and Remus looked pleased despite himself.