Draco sits on the floor in front of the couch, legs crossed. He's wearing something fairly similar to his old clothes - a pair of black shorts, a white t-shirt over a blue turtleneck, white socks and purple tennis shoes. It's an outfit he specifically requested, one of the rare requests that had been granted. He fidgets with his hair, which is finally just long enough to style as he used to, wild and fluffy instead of slicked back. It's paler than it used to be, too - interesting. He sighs softly, listening quietly to the conversations of those around him - some of the Order members are talking about a meeting coming up, and Hermione is talking to Ron about something, but Draco is too far away to hear details from either.