
Thought what? 416 Treacle Wood Lane. Sounds completelly barmy if you ask me, fairy-like but whatever. I’ve made it nice, I think you’d be proud.
Nothing. The thoughts of an old rich woman. You don’t need to hear them, dearest. I’ve been living here at the villa since the holiday season. I’ll see what I can do, but it’ll have to wait till morning. Don’t tell me you decorated your flat like a fairy hollow?
Of course I have, mother! Would you expect anything less? No, mum I haven’t. But you would hardly recognize it as a flat. It’s quite elegant. You can stay there for a while if you’d like. The company would be splended.
Oh you know I never expect anything less than the best, Draco! I’m sure I’ll visit. As if I even have a schedule to check and events to attend. But you know I dislike sleeping in a bed that isn’t my own. When did you suddenly grow up so fast, hmm?
at… -Draco laughed aloud when he saw the marked through sentence on the paper.; Oh come on, mum. You can’t possibly...
Of course I do, but I dread to think of what I will find in there. Like some fancy overpaid trollop who happens to be...