Draco paused. The wing they weren't allowed to go in was a bit of a touchy subject. "No, they're... Our silver is goblin-made. So is a lot of your mother and grandmother's jewellry. Other little things around the house. The wing that's off limits is just old and dangerous."
"He's a Macnair!" Scorpius gasped, trying to shove Cepheus off him or twist out from under him. "Oh my God, I hate you. Stop before I pass out, you jerk."
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