Draco could be quite sensible. Only a tiny child who'd just started school wouldn't think so. That was the logic that he was sticking to, at least. Never mind the details. As long as she didn't notice that he was silently laughing at her, they'd be just fine.

"Never mind that. We'll deal with it when we get there," he drawled, fluttering one hand through the air. They'd probably immediately blame him anyway, for being some kind of bad influence. He was a fantastic influence, though. Everyone knew that. He ordered himself a rather similar selection to hers, though he didn't really acknowledge it at all; there was enough of a difference that she couldn't quite tease him over it anyway. He just liked sweets, and this was a good opportunity away from their mother's disapproving stare.