Draco stares at him. "Uncanny," he says dryly. He tilts his head back and briefly closes his eyes. "I can see you taking to Leith, actually. It’s quite, you know. Trendy." He gestures to Harry’s arms, his tattoos. "It’s the Shoreditch of the north, I suppose. Is that where you live? I’m sorry, I just realised I don’t actually know."