Anthony was freezing. His blanket was holding up well enough as pants, but there were holes and places the chill was creeping in. Blankets could only do so much when they were haphazardly transfigured into pants. He's also given the cloak back to Cass when they parted ways. Anthony had his arms wrapped tight around himself as he made his way towards Draco's flat. He'd tried, twice, to get out of Diagon Alley. Once through the floo, which deposited him into another fireplace in Knockturn Alley and again through a door which lead into Muggle London. That had deposited him into an alleyway next to Gringots. He wasn't getting out of here, and without a place of his own, the only place he really could turn to was Draco's.
He just didn't have anything on him that would get him through the door. Normally he would bring drugs or alcohol or even a home cooked meal that his mother had made. Tonight he had nothing, thanks to being stolen away in the middle of the night, not even dressed.
Anthony knocked once as way of alerting Draco he was there before just opening the door. He was shivering and bent a little at the waist, trying to keep warm. "Dra- Greengrass? What...?