Draco wasn't unfamiliar with this whole thing, but being dragged alone to a new place was just slightly disconcerting. He wasn't entirely sure what it meant for him, but he wasn't wholly fond of it. He'd been there a day or so, but he hadn't really been that interested in getting to know anyone. Or getting a job. Or honestly doing much, though he knew that wasn't exactly possible. All these places expected you to just settle in and live life. He'd been doing that, thank you very much.

Honestly, once the initial realisation that he was by himself there had sunk in, the wizard mostly just realised that he was angry.

But even so, he decided to acquaint himself with the place too, meandering the various islands in a bit of a huff, probably dissuading most people from ever talking to him. Sometimes the shops struck his fancy, sometimes they didn't. And as he was stepping away from one, he made the mistake of doing so without glancing behind him, merely turning to walk away.

And unfortunately, he stepped straight into a wheelchair and nearly went straight over. Thankfully, he managed to catch himself, and his initial response was not, amazingly, irritation. It was, instead, exasperation, mostly directed at himself. "Terribly sorry."