Draco leaned against the counter and listened to her describe her surroundings to him. He smiled, listening half to her words, half to her voice itself, its rises and falls. This was something he hadn’t known about her, before: that when she was tired, she lost track of her words, or perhaps she simply forgot to rein herself in. She went on at length about the tree, the flowers, the mosses, what tool someone may have used to dig this particular rune, the website with its other photos. He held the phone tucked between his ear and his shoulder, pressing her voice close to him, carrying it with him as he walked about the store, straightening fabric piles and replacing things left scattered about by browsers, occasionally making an "Mmm" sound or asking a question.