If anyone would like to buy a wand or anything to do with wand care and upkeep this bright summer morning, they will be disappointed at being met by a locked door and a sign reading "CLOSED for doctor's appointment."
The reason for this is that the man who runs the shop under Mr Ollivander's watchful eye is walking down the street hand in hand with his crying daughter. She's clinging to his hand and sobbing.
"It hurts daddy, it really hurts and I can't hear!"
He soothes her as well as he can.
"I know, Elara. But the doctor is going to have a look at you and make you all better."
In the waiting room she does not want to play, just crawls into his lap and cries, her little face buried in his shirt. He rocks and croons and mentally resigns himself to having to get changed before returning to the shop: he can't work with a snot-stained shirt.
The doctor looks in Elara's ear and states that it's just wax plugging it up, and while draco distracts her by telling stories the wax is removed and some soothing ointment is put on the irritated skin.
They walk home together, hand in hand, Elara bouncing and chattering excitedly now that her ear is all better, and Draco thinks with some longing of the crying, miserable child of last night. She had been quiet. But then she tugs at his arm, and as he looks down and is met with her big grin and the gap between her front teeth where she's lost two baby teeth that haven't been replaced yet and he can't help but smile back at his funny little girl.