Draco was exhausted. Apparently, the beginning of the week started his administration over the trainees. He spent the first two days explaining to them that Obliviation was an art and that you couldn't just point your wand at someone and obliviate them. After some of them found that out, they left. He had always been irritated with people who believed that. It was the same as leaving your memories in a pensieve. One chose which memory to place inside of it. They didn't just grab one and throw it in there.
Today was supposed to be his last day. He told the trainees to take a break but to not leave the building. He was disatisfied with their behavior for the morning and he needed to take a small break without having to run into one of them. He was on his way out, wearing a black jacket over his work attire and he looked out at the sun. It was brightly hanging in the sky, yet it was chillingly cold outside. He squinted a little into the sun before he heard someone calling his name.
He turned, knowing that the voice wasn't one of his employers or any of his co-workers. He looked for the source of the call before he noticed Theodore Nott standing not far from him. He offered a smirk. "Theodore. What are you doing around here?" He knew that he didn't work in the Ministry - or at least he didn't think so - and wondered what drove him to be over here. If Draco didn't work at the Ministry, he would never be caught there for any reason other than life or death. He hated the building and most of the people that pretended to be nice to him although they were still wary and suspicious of him.