"Maybe this one is just very lucky." He watched it bounce about at his feet. It seemed oddly pleased that he'd stopped moving long enough for it to linger around.

Draco coughed quietly. "We might as well walk, then. It puts off more mess when I stay in one place too long."

As he picked up his steps and the coal tar trailed after him, he considered Steve's comment. "Until just now I didn't know you wanted one at all, so I couldn't have told it that. Are you certain you want one? It seems quite useless."