"Shit," he hissed as his eyes darted towards the bed, thinking that someone must have found it lying about and thrown it out. Idiots, the tags were still fresh on it, it couldn't possibly be considered old and in need of disposal. The dragon was a present for a certain baby girl, and it would hit a seething nerve if someone had thrown it out.
It was an owl order made the day after he'd talked to Hannah in her room, in the hope that when she contacted her parents they'd agree to bring the child soon (without knowing anything about Javier's plans to see her), and he could give her the present. He'd received the packaged toy later the day he'd ordered it. Either way, he'd planned to keep it until he saw her. It was from one of the most expensive toy makers, individually crafted for her, because he wanted it ready to give to her today instead of rushing around last minute and picking a cheaper toy she wouldn't like as much.
His cold eyes glowered, glinting in the light of the dormitory; angry like he'd became affected by the toy dragon he couldn't find. His steely gaze drifted towards his cupboard, and his temper began to drain down once more. With a relieved titter he went over to it, picking up the pink stuffed animal which he found inside. Someone must have placed it in there after all. He tossed it in the air once, and then caught it again; shoving it into the bag he was going to take with him.
The last carriage would be leaving for Hogsmeade, and he didn't want to miss it. He gave a last look to the letter Hannah sent him the night before - My parents are bringing her to the village - I'll meet them and take her off on my own - meet me in front of the Paper Moon shop at midday - I can't wait to see you again, miss you. - then crumpled it into a papery ball and dropped it into the bin.
The carriages wouldn't wait, so he spun on his heel and walked briskly all the way to the main doors, passing Filch who drawled something disapproving to - or about - him, but Javier didn't stop to listen. He was rarely late for anything, and when he was, it was never anything of much consequence. Although this time was different, if only Nervil hadn't kept him busy with extra prefect duties that morning. It had left him little time to get changed into his casual clothes and find the toy. Both the clothes and gift were out ready, but someone obviously saw fit to tidy the dragon away while he was busy, making him late. He'd ask his dorm-mates later who it was. But it didn't matter now. He got into the second to last carriage, securing the bag by his side.
Midday, he could wait that long. He would see that his gift rested in the cradle of that child.