He didn't like not understanding something. Draco, like Theo, had grown up being expected to be the best. The best grades, the best at Quidditch, at whatever he did. That just came with the Malfoy name. No questions about it. But to find himself here, out of his element, in Muggle territory no less, Draco steeled himself against just about everyone he saw. Of course the first person he would run into was a damned Potter.
Dressed in his robes, Draco was certain he would stand out, but he didn't mind. It was normal. He was about ready to chastise whomever dared to call him Draco and not Malfoy, but the anger died out quickly. He still maintained a proper glare in case anyone else were nearby, just to keep up expectations. "Thank Merlin, Theo," Draco breathed with relief. His tense shoulders eased up a little as he met the other's gaze. "Did a Potter do this to you, too? First one I met. Can't get away from them no matter what I do."
He had the phone clutched in one hand and smacked it, shaking the wicked device like it was the worst thing in the world. "This ridiculous thing is useless. Can't even make a proper tea. I've been growing a headache since I ran into Potter. I won't resort to coffee if I can find a decent pot right about now."