Draco was slightly flustered. It had been rather uncommon for him to be invited anywhere before, if you didn't count those few evenings when Jeviev had dragged him over to show him some new book, or persuade him to try a new dish she had learned to make for her mother. Of course, his aunt had not overlooked such an important issue in his upbringing as behaviour in such a situation, but he had never had the opportunity to use any of her advices. Well, maybe not so much as once. He admonished himself by recalling the day he officially met his master. It could be considered like a social gathering, although the invitation was unlikely to be rejected. He smiled to himself thinking that it was not at all different now and recalling how his aunt had offered Darius tea.
He followed his master up the small staircase immersed in thought, trying his best to remember what his aunt had taught him. He couldn't imagine doing something that wasn't appropriate in social gatherings, especially as they were with one of Darius' friends. He wouldn't be able to accept something like that, so he decided to give it his best shot at not letting his master down.
After a while, they were on the first floor and emerged into a long corridor with several sizable doors leading to rooms. Only one was open. A large double door, at the end of the corridor. Behind them he spotted Matheo's wife shuffling about, although she looked more like she was giving orders to the military. A couple of servants flitted quickly past her carrying plates, goblets and cutlery. She directed them with amazing skill, without even having to speak very often. The servants were quickly able to read what she expected of them.
Beside her stood two tall men. As Draco deduced they were the sons of Matheo, from whom they had inherited stature and overwhelming strength, and from their mother, poise and ability to run a shop.
-You were dragging your feet.- Fiora stated, smiling at them.- Boys, introduce yourselves.- She
