Somehow, he'd known that would happen. Probably could've stuck to his first name only, in hindsight.

There was no denying that Draco's shoulders slumped in obvious disappointment, for a few reasons. Mostly, it was the fact that his family name once again got doors slammed in his face, rather than opening them the way his father always promised they would. It was exhausting, to be quite frank.

But at least Newt wasn't yet going anywhere, and he seemed to be giving him a second chance to redeem his family's name where Lucius and all those forefathers hadn't. "Happily. Though I'm afraid you won't be going anywhere anytime soon - there's no way out. It may be somewhat reassuring to know, however," He paused, gesturing for Newt to join him as he led the way towards a very public cafe. There was nothing untoward here. He did not dabble in the Dark Arts, and Newt wasn't about to get kidnapped or something. "That time has been said to stop when we arrive here, insofar as things back home will wait.

"Most people have something important to get back to, after all."