"You’re like— so cool." Ricky climbed into one of the chairs at the table, sat on his feet like he always does, elbows leaned on the table without an ounce of decorum. Draco held himself with near perfect etiquette, one leg crossed over the other, hand not holding the handle of his cup rested comfortably in his lap. He smiled softly at Ricky, sizing up the boy for a long moment.