An hour later, the door opened. A broad-shouldered man with a graying beard and tired blue eyes tossed Draco a pair of too-large joggers and a black t-shirt. He closed the door and sat, his back firm against the chair rails, hands folded in his lap. They stared at each other in silence. The man gave the clothes in Draco’s hands a significant look, eyebrows raised in a question. After a moment of quiet debate, Draco shrugged his robe to the floor, pulled on the musty garments, and sat.