Anytime Draco needed to go into Muggle London was a day that oftentimes set his mood to one of irritation and irreverence to those he might come across. However, it was difficult to find the necessary things to upkeep and aviary of exotic and foreign birds when, quite frankly, the shops in Diagon Alley really seemed to cater to owls and carrier birds. One was hardly going to find feed for a roadrunner or a California condor in such a shop. No. Unfortunately for Draco that meant he had to special order such things from a Muggle who on every occasion, seemed it pertinent that he converse with Draco in long winded, useless dribble about the state of the Muggle world. It also meant that in order to not arise suspicion, Draco had to read a muggle paper to get some sort of idea of what went on in their piddle little world in order to keep up appearances. Of course, Draco could have simply wiped the muggles memory, but something inside of Draco kept him from performing such magic upon what, essentially, was a nothing more than a stupid, innocent muggle. In Draco’s opinion, he served a purpose and beyond that, really didn’t interfere in Draco’s affairs nor ask too many questions and therefore, there was no need to harm the man. It simply meant that Draco had to arrange to go to the man’s shoppe quite early – and thank Merlin it wasn’t unusual for such shoppes to be open that early – but it also aided Draco in concealing the fact that he had gone into and done business in Muggle London.
Additionally, such trips only stood to irritate Draco to the very core – and it was in just such a mood that Draco burst into the Leaky Cauldron, a few packages under his arm and the knowledge that the rest of his delivery would be waiting for him at home since the only magic he did perform out of the sight of Muggles, was one that whisked away his purchases so he need-not carry them all. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the light, or lack thereof within the dank pub, and Draco made his way over to the bar and stood next to a woman and her child with whom Draco was unacquainted and therefore said nothing.
“Tea.” He said coolly as he glanced about the pub, noting that besides himself and this woman and child, and the bartender, the pub seemed to be empty. Good. he thought to himself as it meant he could relax a slight amount.