"Good morning Draco" The lady in front of him asked in a coaxing voice. He nodded in response, staring absently out the window.
"How has your week been?" she tried. He simply shrugged, then sat down in a near by chair.
"You know," She said, her voice not as sweet as it had been, "Your father pays a great deal of money for me to talk to you, you could at least talk back." He regarded her with blank eyes. These sessions gave him a small amount of comfort, but only from their regularity.
"Alright, play your little game, I have work to do." With that she got up and started opening and closing drawers with more strength than necessary, muttering about wastes of time.
So she thought he was playing a game did she? Well, shows how much she knows. His own parents wouldn't even have noticed had one of the house elves come to them. He sighed heavily, then started walking around, examining all the pictures and diplomas that were mounted on the walls. Here she was graduating, and here she was getting married, and here she was holding a baby, presumably hers. Over on the wall opposite were cute pictures of babies dressed up like peas and puppies and kittens sleeping next to each other.
The walls were a depressing grey colour, and the window shades were covered in dust. They didn't look like they had ever been opened before, and for experiments sake he walked over and pulled the cord. This proved to be a very bad idea, because moving things with dust on them often leads to large clouds of the stuff.
A few minutes later Draco found himself sitting in the waiting room, receiving very strange looks from the lady sitting across form him. He desperately wanted to yell something obscene at her, but that would ruin everything he had worked for. He had devoted his whole life to this. Well, that was actually a recent realization. It had started out as pure shyness, then had become a sort of self dare. An hour, a day, a week, a month, a year. Now he was afraid to go back. That was also a new discovery. His father was here. He got several disapproving remarks about the state of his clothes, and then he was dragged home.