"Always the way of it," Potter said, but before Draco could ask if Potter thought that counted as a joke, he headed off down the picturesque cobblestone street, past a small shop offering Exotic Pets with what looked to be a terribly dull collection of small birds in the window.   Draco stopped mid-sneer, however, when one of the birds burst into song and he couldn’t tear himself away.  He stood, transfixed, until the bird stopped warbling and then he shook his head to try to clear the fog of his entrancement away.  The bird opened its beak again and he backed away and hurried after Potter before the tiny creature could work its magic again.  