Perhaps it was the weather and perhaps it was the lack of magic wearing against his skin, but Draco too was playing 'truant' from work. He'd called in - unable to handle another day being a muggle. He didn't want to disappoint Sydney, but bloody hell, some days it was just too much - especially when the coffee maker didn't work and the clothes weren't dry as he liked nor pressed appropriate.
So he found a bench, not caring that someone else was sitting there, and threw himself down into the spot. "Some days, I quite hate this place," he commented out loud, not caring if the boy next to him responded or not.