After ten minutes, Draco really was beginning to panic. He had scoured everything in sight, and had found ten gold cups, but none of them were the one he wanted. He raised his eyes helplessly to the shelves on the walls: was it up there? He shuffled forwards mindlessly, knocking over a pile of galleons and making himself jump. He glanced at the mess he had made, but ignored it, looking back up to the shelves above him.