Rae had gone into Diagon Alley to go to a fitting at Madam Malkin's for her Wizengamot robes. It was still a bit of a rush whenever she remembered that she had finally gotten what she had been wanting for years but it was bittersweet, too. She was all too aware of Britain's political climate considering she spent her life in the center of it. She enjoyed politics, was good at it, but coming off of the potion paired with knowing how uncertain things were for people she cared about left a certain aftertaste that wasn't entirely pleasant.
While Madam Malkin tailored her robes, Rae ventured off toward Gringott's to pick up the gold to pay for her robes as well as to pick up a bit extra for the coming week. She'd just stepped back into the main area of Gringott's after leaving her vault when she spotted a very familiar head of blonde hair. Smiling warmly, she quickened her step and caught up to Draco, falling in to step beside him. "Fancy seeing you here," she said in greeting, a joking tone to her voice.