She was coming towards him and the silent attendant now, another stack of books in her arms. Draco couldn’t help the pride he felt in his expression as he watched her approach. He could feel eyes on them from the windows, where a small crowd had gathered to watch them inside the shop. As he had predicted, the Prophet’s photographers had arrived promptly and tailed them from Wendy’s shop to here, and were waiting outside Flourish and Blott’s with their cameras primed and ready. Draco didn’t mind. He would give them the show they wanted. But it all had to seem natural.