"Fate?" Draco didn't miss the sarcasm, and his own sarcasm muscles had been poorly exercised recently. Had it been one year, or forty? It felt like both and neither.
"I suppose some people..." He said the word with distaste, as if he could make it clear just how low he thought these people would be. "...Might be fated for something as stupid as following wizards around shopping. Generally seems to be the type of thing a house elf would be used for. But to each his own."