Home Again -open to any of the malfoys-

[Draco Malfoy]

Draco swaggered around the manor, he had been cooped up in it for nearly 2 days andwas getting restless. It was by his father orders he stayed out trouble until he was needed. He walked in to the sitting room and flopped down on one of the large leather chairs it housed "Tilly!" he shouted and a small nervous looking house elf appeared at his side "Y-yes master?" she asked timedly "I wish for some lunch" he said, the house elf bowed and ran of to the kitchens.

The elf appeared a few minutes later with a tray on which food and drink was placed. She set it infront of him and bowed her way out the room.

[Lucius Malfoy]

Just over a week had passed since Lucius had been aided to freedom by the death eaters, there had been very little time to act but the aged death eater believed his affairs were now in order. Several days had come and gone since he last saw either his wife or son and MR.Malfoy remembered the gathering perfectly. It had been here that Lucius instructed Draco to stay away from trouble and avoid leaving the house if possible. Though questionable at best Draco’s intelligence was more than capable of acknowledging the simple fact that Lucius was in no state of mind to take any awkwardness from his son.

Watching the house elf bow herself from the room, his narrowed eyes broadened as the strong gaze was turned towards the teenager who sat close by. Lucius had become profound at strutting and despite his current predicament; this was not a matter to change. Evolving from the dark shadows of the living area’s corner he was unable to refrain himself from presenting. Reaching his grasping hand towards the elf, the cloaked, hooded man grabbed hold of the elf’s neck and began to tighten his grip. Constricting the air flow for just long enough a harsh laugh echoed from beneath the hood. The elf’s uncontrollable choking was the subject of amusement.

Relinquishing his caressing fingers without warning, Lucius turned to his only son, swaggering forward to the nearest fine silken chair. “How many times, have the searched this Manor now?,” he said the drawling voice captured by his hood. Raising his left eyebrow slightly, he shot a constant piercing look at Draco.