"Um," Draco's brow furrows in mock confusion, "of course it was. I just said it." He sweeps around in a little circle for the sole purpose of showing off his dress robes (which are more or less identical to his school robes, but swooshier). "Duh."

:As far as Draco is concerned, his arrival is always cause for fanfare, even if he has to provide it himself.:

Draco gives the empty air a knowing smile. His voice knows what's what. He smirks at the stranger, then gestures upwards as if to say, you see?

:He's not sure what's going on with this person, though. Magic isn't news to him, but 'mudman' is a little too far off the mark, slang-wise. Perhaps he's some sort of beastly American. Draco almost feels sorry for him.: