Who: Draco and Neville What: The giving away of shirts. When: Thursday? :D Where: Draco's room. Warnings: Nah.
It wasn't customary for Draco to pay any attention to his servants, especially not lately, but he never forgot a promise. That didn't mean he always came through on his promises, but... well... for the most part, Draco stuck with his word. Besides, he was running out of room in his trunks, and there was absolutely no reason for him to have half the clothing he did. It's not like they even had regular trips to Hogsmeade (although it'd be nice if that was the case).
Draco didn't even look up when he called Neville into the room and gestured, with a lazy toss of his hand, to the twenty or so shirts laid out on his bed. He was sitting in a chair near the window, his ankles casually crossed. "Have at it. Doesn't matter what you do with them." As in, Draco wouldn't care if Neville chose to pass them out to the other servants instead. He knew that the Headmistress was hardly going to spend money on the blood traitors, but he saw no reason why the shirts should go to waste.
That might have been the end of the conversation, but then something occurred to Draco and his eyes lifted. He snapped his potions book closed and sat up straighter. "Actually, I do require a favor."