Davies was sort of a sore spot in his mind: handsome, wealthy, bloody nice, and Draco’s rival during the intra-Ministry Quidditch matches. He was a terribly boring fellow, truly, and a bit dim. It made all the sense in the world that he was little more than a Ministry bean-counter. Draco, on the other hand, had taken it upon himself to become an Auror after the war. It was only meant to be for a few years, just to get his family’s name back on the up-and-up, and it was an interesting enough way to pass the time. It was certainly more interesting than being a Ministry accountant like bloody Roger Davies. And truly, Draco was still leagues ahead of him as far as haircuts go. Leagues!