Draco had read the Quibbler article through three times, trying to figure out what it was about it that seemed so familiar. When he'd thought about it, he'd taken the paragraph out, underlined those sections that he thought too much of, and placed the clipping in his journal to look over later.
Then the door to the dorm opened, and he'd barely had time to kick both the magazine and his journal under his bed before Nott was inside, and the warm egg was lying in his lap.
He fought the urge to jump, and instead picked the thing up slowly, an eyebrow arched up. "Giving gifts, Nott?" He asked mockingly, though his tone fell flat.