"My mother and her boyfriend brought me here a lot when I was a kid," Draco said, feeling a bit impressed that someone who looked so long as a museum curator. He shook Charlie's hand. "I was really into dinosaurs. I'm Draco."
He shrugged at the question, looking at the skeleton in front of him again. "Just teenage drama. My best friend thinks I'm a prat and my boyfriend is..." Draco frowned, thinking about the way Merlin had been acting. He'd been kicked out of his house. Draco couldn't complain. Merlin had it a lot worse than he did. Still. "My boyfriend acts like he thinks I'm a shallow, selfish, useless twat with no ambitions beyond shopping for shoes he thinks are too expensive and one day being his trophy husband."
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