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One hallway, two spiral staircases, three turns, and they were lost.

Draco should’ve known better than to put his trust in Vince and Greg. Oh, he believed they’d seen something. They weren’t smart enough to make up the story they had told him in excited whispers over breakfast. How they spied Mrs. Norris slink into a narrow passage on their way back from detention and followed her into a part of the castle they’d never been to before. How they had to hide when Filch appeared out of nowhere. How they saw a door open and close like someone invisible was passing through it. And behind the door, something worth giving each other a black eye, and another week of detention.

By the time they reached Madam Malkin’s, Draco was exhausted. He didn’t even protest when Mother left him alone and went to look at the wands, though he suspected she was rather more interested in the perfume shop they’d passed on the way. Just like she had suspected Father of ulterior motives when he’d volunteered to get Draco’s schoolbooks.

“Just stay out of Ogden’s,” she had hissed through clenched teeth, while smiling tightly at some acquaintance or another.

Draco had wondered what “Ogden’s” was, but he’d known better than to ask.