Draco couldn't help but let his face break out into a wide smile as he spotted the Firebolt. He walked in a daze towards the new broom joining the crowd of students admiring it. He wanted it.
"Draco," his father called in a stern but quiet voice. Draco gulped and tore his eyes away from the broom to his father. "Let's go."
Draco didn't want to leave, at least not without the Firebolt in his arms. He glanced at the broom and walked away from it. "Of course, father."
"We haven't come to Diagon Alley to play," his father warned.