Draco is not expecting anything particularly important, so he’s careless as he rips open the box, tossing twine and tape to the side. As soon as his hands are on it—it, being a framed and rather priceless Singer Sargent sketch he swears he’s seen in a biography or coffee table book at one point or another—he barks a yelp of surprise, dropping it heavily onto the table with a thwack and leaping away with his hands on his mouth.