The scent of the shop around him was somewhat disgusting. It reeked of different sorts of animals and the messes that they seemed to constantly produce. It made his long nose twitch in it's usual rodent-like way as it scrunched in disgust. His eyebrows lowered in a way that made his brow wrinkle and caused him to look as if he was in a very sour mood. Though, really, his mood wasn't technically as sour as it was if not slightly depressed, or slightly in a state of shock, or slightly expecting the worse soon enough. It was only a matter of time until he took a dirt nap, bit the big one, you know, pushed up some daisies. If he was a good little death eater, he wouldn't be at the end of his rope right now. He wouldn't just be waiting, and wondering each day when he was finally going to face the consequences of his actions. At least it gave what was rest of his life a new perspective to it. Everything had a sort of strangeness associated with it now, like he had been slipped some sort of drug that really made him think, some sort of mind alteration that made him hate everything slightly less than he had before, which was a real accomplishment considering how much he hated nearly everything and everybody.

The animals scratched at their cages and meowed, croaked, or whatever it was that some of those animals did, as he looked them over. A small display of kittens of assorted colours meowed pathetically and looked up at him with sad eyes that seemed to beg for him to take them all home to love forever-- or for the last week or two of his life, whichever seemed to come first. Despite the cruelty that people seemed to associate with the Malfoy family, Draco especially because of 'recent events' that weren't much of a secret, judging by the amount of glares and whispers that people exchanged as he walked by, he had the strange desire to actually scoop up one of the kittens. Instead, he knelt down next to the display and held out one of his hands for the kittens to sniff at curiously. The hand that he held out was shaking badly and the class ring placed on it was looser than it had been the day that he bought it. The danger of it slipping off his finger was very real, which would be unfortunate considering the amount of galleons he had spent on it. His grey eyes followed the closest kitten to him as it sniffed at his shaking hand, and after a moment he moved a couple of his fingers to gently stroke the top of the little white creature's head through its shared cage.

It wasn't just his stroking fingers and his hand that was shaking though, it seemed to extend up from his hand to his arm and throughout most of his body. It wasn't something that he could control, but he sincerely wished that he could fix it and not seem quite as skitterish as he did at the moment. It was really giving off quite the wrong impression, well, maybe not a 'wrong' impression as much as it was a bad impression. Because it wouldn't necessarily be wrong to say that he was feeling antsy, anxious, bothered even. His appearance couldn't help but give away the truth though. His hair wasn't gelled as it typically was, instead it was slightly messy and had been fussed with non-stop throughout the day. Before he had left for Hogsmeade, it had been neat and combed, he had insisted on it because he wouldn't let himself be seen by anyone looking like such a ruffian. But now that he had wandered through the place, it had reverted back to how it had been before he left the school.

The rest of his clothing matched his hair in the sense that he had been fumbling with the sleeves of both his shirt and his robe. It wasn't only nervousness though, it was also because the weather had taken an odd and very very hot turn for the worse. It wasn't doing much at all to improve the current situation that he found himself in. But on the bright side, the kitten he seemed fixated on did make things a little better through means of distraction.

Distraction, it seemed, was the only thing that could really help even if it came in a form that was easy to mock.