"Come on," Draco muttered, fixing a hand around Harry’s elbow to drag him down the high street, and into Dervish and Banges. Harry eyed the sneakoscope standing on its point on the shelf closest to the door and was surprised when it didn’t immediately start spinning and whistling in alarm - part of him assumed that they’d set off every sneakoscope going, since they were technically being deceptive one hundred percent of the time.