"I think that, since Nova put so much effort into making it for me, I should keep it safe. We want it to be in good shape when it gets home so that we can show the house-elves and take a picture. Don't we, snakeling?"
Nova nodded, beaming up at him. Draco chuckled and cradled Lyra against his shoulder so Hermione could take the crown. "Stuck a bi--ow," he muttered, too late. "The glue wasn't quite dry," he finished quietly, not wanting to make Nova think she'd made a mistake anywhere. "Finished setting up in my hair."