[items of which that Draco paid little attention to in the frenzy of his initial arrival, since he was quite panicked—and later forgot about. normally, Draco's a bit more bright... but actually, that's more in books than anything.
his pale skin piteously gives away his embarrassment that he hides behind a taught expression, his ears burning bright pink, stark against his platinum hair. Draco tries not to stammer, stubbornly refusing to admit to his blunder.]
Well, I didn't do anything with them. I've still got them, just—[Draco looks this strange girl up and down. certainly rather done up for the nature of this town, as far as Draco understands...]—not on me.
Who are you?
[the vendor raises his voice to remind Draco if his owed fee, and he raises a hand dismissively in his direction to listen to this girl's answer.]
no subject
his pale skin piteously gives away his embarrassment that he hides behind a taught expression, his ears burning bright pink, stark against his platinum hair. Draco tries not to stammer, stubbornly refusing to admit to his blunder.]
Well, I didn't do anything with them. I've still got them, just—[Draco looks this strange girl up and down. certainly rather done up for the nature of this town, as far as Draco understands...]—not on me.
Who are you?
[the vendor raises his voice to remind Draco if his owed fee, and he raises a hand dismissively in his direction to listen to this girl's answer.]