I go to the metro. There are not so many people (which are worse). At the third station, a young man enters the wagon, in whose appearance I understand that he is traveling by personal transport, and in the subway... probably not at all. The young man is dressed in an elongated jacket, on the cravate is an inexpensive blade. Lacked portfolio and - attention - truss. He has long light hair, laying back, light-blue eyes and a very hollow look. It reminded me of someone. The car collapsed or the driver became ill.
As I think about where I could see this creature, I notice in front of two girls of 20 years - bags, icons, Slyzerin's colour shell and other entourage that pushed me to some thoughts about what they are judging, looking at this individual. Meanwhile, the creature, rattling, wipes out with a cloth of instructions and takes it with two fingers. One of the girls, trying to maintain seriousness, stands up and gives the phrase:
“Let me give you a place, Mr. Malfoy.
The guys, he sat down! Prior to this, the girl looked at her and shrugged briefly.