Potter may appear somewhat mad, if Draco did not do what he did for a living. His hair, always a tragedy, was even more overgrown and wild. He was wearing a rather form fitting Muggle T-shirt stained, if Draco’s olfactory senses were to be trusted, with beer and a fruity smelling liquor. His jeans were distressed, though if this was fashionably intended or not was up for debate. His wrist was encircled by a neon green paper bracelet and his neck - Merlin - a fucking glow band. The outfit overall, coupled with his knowledge of Potter, positively screamed I AM GOING THROUGH SOMETHING.