Who: Draco & Theo What: Shopping in France for new ties. When: Wednesday, January 9; Afternoon Where: Paris, France Rating: PG-13, for language. Status: Incomplete, closed.
Well then, that was settled. And as infuriating as Potter tried to be, he was going to put the man out of his mind. It was inconsequential, his opinion. It did not matter, except it so obviously did. Not that he was going to acknowledge such a thing. It was merely time for him to update the colors and styles of tie he owned. It only made sense to do so.
Leaving the Ministry with a long lunch break granted, he popped into his home in London to retrieve Theo, and then they were both off to Paris. Once out of England and in France Draco relaxed to a very notable degree. Not completely, never completely, but enough for Theo to certainly take notice of.
With the mood he was in, Draco was sporting a sleek look of black on black with the only accent being his white belt - black cloak, vest, dress shirt, slacks, oxfords, and a white belt with the silver snake buckle he was so fond of, matching cuff links included. There was no tie, for he couldn't bring himself to pick one, even the plain black tie he normally would have sported.
He stepped way from the portkey point after pocketing the small angel statuette he used for this particular trip, a hand reaching out to lightly touch the small of Theo's back in a guiding gesture. It was an unconsciously made gesture, a show of the very rare protectiveness Draco felt toward the slighter man.
Theo was in a lot of ways the exception to the rule where Draco was concerned. There was a kinship between them. Their experiences in life so similar, but different as well, most notable being their ways of coping and strength in a mental capacity. However, knowing the difference in mental strength was so slim, he was a constant visitor to Theo when in the ward, being there for the man in his time of need likely was what had kept Draco from tilting over the edge himself those two years after the war.
"Are you hungry now, or do you wish to eat after we shop," he asked, hand falling away to his side. He worried not that his cloak would catch interest, as it was tailored in such a way as it could easily pass as some great, long coat some muggles favored.