Pushing open the door to Borgin and Bourke's they were accosted with the smell of a room that had not seen an ounce of sunlight in one hundred years at least. Lia, the Malfoy's house elf would positively faint and howl at the layer of dust spread across every inch of the shop's surfaces, blubbering about dishonour and lack of respect for all the magical items inside. For that fact even Draco wanted to faint at the smell, the dust, the obvious desolate state of the place. His eye twitched and he shoved his hands deep into his pockets to protect them from reaching out to run a finger through the layers of grime.