It was a beautiful sunny day in London, a rare occurrence. This weather brought smiles to everyone's faces; however, this was not the case for Draco. While everyone was laughing and smiling, he was frowning and looking utterly exhausted. His body ached and his feet felt like they were going to fall off. His mother dragged him to numerous stores, so many that he lost track. The day was all one big blur for him. One of the stores that the duo went to was Madam Malkin's. His mother insisted that he needed new dress robes for the ballet performance despite his fully stocked closet. He relented because he could not refuse her smiling face. The two walked in and did not come out for two hours. His mother requested custom robes as usual and he was instantly bombarded by a group of women touching every part of his body, not the way he wanted to.
While the other women crowded around him slowly inspecting his body from head to toe, one of them turned to his mother and grabbed his hair then said, "How about cinereous, charcoal, or platinum? A nice shade of gray will compliment his eyes."
Narcissa replied, "There is a thought. Maybe some of green too? He was a Slytherin afterall."
The women debated for twenty minutes before they settled on black. BLACK. He had been standing on the pedestal for fifteen minutes, so they could choose the most basic color. Women they cannot just make up their minds. They had to go through the whole rainbow before they even thought about black.
If that were not already bad enough, he had to stand on the pedestal for another hour and a half, while they measured him and cast spells to put together the custom robes. He was not at all a patient man. He wanted things to move faster, so he could get out of this store and rest. He might even stop at the quadditch store which the two passed on their way here. He could really use a new broom. When they were finally done, he had to admit that waiting was maybe worth it. The robes were black cashmere with deep green lining. The Malfoy crest was sewn on his left chest and intricate details were along the bottom hem. As he stared in the mirror, he noted that he looked good. Very good.
He was busily inspecting himself when he heard one of the women telling his mother that the cost for the robes was 150 galleons. For most wizards, spending that amount of money on a dress robe was ridiculous. There were better ways to use that money. However, the Malfoys did not think this way. They strived to be the best and for them money was not a problem. At age twenty five, Draco still had not made a dent in the Malfoy fortune. He did not even know the exact amount of money in his family's vault. All he knew was that there was enough money to last for many more generations.
After begging his mother to rest, the two were now sitting in an upscale restaurant waiting to pay the check. He gathered enough courage to ask his mother, "So where now mother? The manor perhaps?"
Much to his surprise, his mother agreed. They left the restaurant and apparated from Diagon Alley to Malfoy Manor with their purchases. He was about to reach the top of the stairs, when his mother yelled out, "Be ready by seven. Look your best."
He wanted to make a biting remark, but he was too tired and only said, "Yes mother." Gingerly making his way over to his bed, he lied down and fell asleep, not looking forward to watching a stupid ballet performance.
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