voice sharp, cutting through the chatter Zabini, if you put your feet on that coffee table, I’ll vanish them.

lowers his feet with an exaggerated sigh Testy, Riddle. We’ve only just arrived.

It’s the domestic bliss. It’s already rotting his brain. flops onto a large leather sofa

Where is the little menace, anyway? I thought you were on permanent nanny duty.

Probably napping. Thank Merlin. I need at least one hour of peace before the tiny terror descends.

examining a bookshelf I still can’t believe your mother left her with you. It’s like entrusting a kneazle to a basilisk.

Say that again, Malfoy.