The Master of the house was pacing, his black velvet robes tracing the floor with its hem. An eerily green fire was burning in the hearth, and Draco was obviously obsessive about something; Daphne should be about any time, and Draco intended to hear her perspective on the matter vexing him. He had been drinking, but apparently couldn't handle much, since half a bottle of wine rested precariously upon the mantle. Draco was muttering to himself, trying to work something out - and it didn't sound good.
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Daphne's entrance to the house was obvious by the sound of her chatting with Triny. "Now, all of the formal winter robes are to be placed in the second closet, the casual in the first, and the sleepwear in the dresser of the first closet. First by color, then by hem, and finally by sleeve length. The outerwear can be in the second on the left hand side. Do have it all done by dinner, Triny."
"Will more boxes be arriving from Milan, Miss Daphne?"
"Those are scheduled to arrive next week. He's doing some minor alterations for me. Now, run along, Triny," she said to her little shopping aide, turning away and heading up the stairs. "Draco, I'm home," she called in the direction of the study.
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