Draco was preoccupied, he had noticed a row of brass hooks along the back wall. Each hook had some sort of bag dangling from it, leather, dragonhide, and one even looked as though it was made from the body of a dried Grindylow. Draco stood with his fingers outstretched, running them carefully over a small beaded bag dangling from the centre hook. He flipped it over and they both noticed the Black family crest imprinted on the bottom, the mark faded with time. The beads were made of glass, each a different colour that seemed to change depending on how the light hit it. A drawstring was pulled tight around the top, a little circular pouch probably worn by his grandmother to carry makeup and trinkets. The strap was long and made of the same glass beads threaded with unicorn hair made to be slung across the body. 