Oh Mandy, you came and you gave without taking. (closed 3rd)
Draco minutely sipped a piping hot Snakeweed tea over the morning Prophet, pouring over the ridiculous gossip with only mild interest.
He'd decided to take his morning tea at the desk in his late Father's study, a place where he could always find the exact atmosphere he preferred for taking care of bills, paperwork, bank statements, and business in general.
Years since his Father had gone missing and was announced dead, and with Narcissa holed up in an expensive mental facility, he had taken over his Father's assets as the sole inheritor and Executrix of the Malfoy Estate.
Unless his Father came back to life, he had finally taken his place as, what he was starting to affectionately refer to as, the rightful heir to the Malfoy/Black throne.
He took another tiny sip of that hot green tea.
A cool autumn breeze came through an open window behind him, the sunlight pouring in and casting his shadow across a side of the dark and ornate desk.
The polished leather of his chair squeaked as he bounced up and down with one foot, absently absorbing a paragraph about the Bulgarian Quidditch team.
He'd decided to take his morning tea at the desk in his late Father's study, a place where he could always find the exact atmosphere he preferred for taking care of bills, paperwork, bank statements, and business in general.
Years since his Father had gone missing and was announced dead, and with Narcissa holed up in an expensive mental facility, he had taken over his Father's assets as the sole inheritor and Executrix of the Malfoy Estate.
Unless his Father came back to life, he had finally taken his place as, what he was starting to affectionately refer to as, the rightful heir to the Malfoy/Black throne.
He took another tiny sip of that hot green tea.
A cool autumn breeze came through an open window behind him, the sunlight pouring in and casting his shadow across a side of the dark and ornate desk.
The polished leather of his chair squeaked as he bounced up and down with one foot, absently absorbing a paragraph about the Bulgarian Quidditch team.