"Oh man… I think I'm going to be sick," Malcolm wobbled unsteadily to his feet. Draco detached himself from Malcolm's shaky grip and smoothed out his robes.
"Not on me, you aren't. This was your bloody idea," Draco rolled his eyes. Tom, the barman of the Leaky Cauldron, looked up from serving a witch wearing a boat hat and nodded at Draco in greeting. Draco nodded back and waited patiently to find out whether or not Malcolm was going to spew his breakfast on the floor.
"It's like a really neat carnival ride, except scarier and makes my stomach feel like it's going to crawl out of my mouth," Malcolm groaned.
"Completely disgusting," Draco sighed.
"Also completely true," Malcolm made a gagging noise and Draco jumped back quickly. The Leaky Cauldron was full of people but it seemed like magic the way people happened to disappear from the ten foot radius Malcolm occupied.
"Is it staying in or coming out," Draco asked patiently.
"I think… I think it's stay- Oops, no- it's coming out," Malcolm suddenly dashed back to the hearth and violently puked.
After a few minutes, Malcolm and Draco were being given wide berth on their way to the entrance to Diagon Alley.
"I apologize for my friend, Tom," Draco said absently as he passed. Tom shrugged and pointed his wand at the mess Malcolm made.
"Happens all the time," Tom replied. Malcolm waved at the gawkers for a moment before Draco yanked him back by his collar and tapped his wand on the brick wall.
Malcolm watched with fascination as the bricks began to fold back and Diagon Alley came into bright bustling view.
"I was too terrified to notice how that works the first time… You know, being a fugitive and all," he commented.
Draco found himself smirking and in good spirits as he led Malcolm into the street.