Standing before the ornate, floor length mirror Draco stretched a large white wing out so that he could inspect it. The day previous he had been flying out on the manor grounds when he had been caught by a large gust of wind that had thrown him violently off course into a large oak. The result; a brief period period of unconsciousness (he had been found by his father) and a minor tear to his wing. The tear hadn't gotten to big but it did need a heeling patch to help it along, he ran his fingers of the tear to decide what size to use. Wincing slightly when he did test it realised the 'minor' might not have been quite accurate. He was drawn out of his concentration by a firm knock at his door. "Yes?" Draco asked pulling his Egyptian cotton shirt to his chest. "Draco, Can I come in?" His fathers voice was slightly muffled by the door. Letting the shirt fall away he gave flick of his hand towards the door, it opened and his father walked in dressed to travel. Lucius frowned when he saw the tear, he reached a hand out to touch it but Draco slammed his wings together to avoid the touch. Lucius withdrew his hand and summoned a pair of large healing patches. "Extend them again. I will be gentle." Draco extended the wing and let his father line up the pair of patches and lay them on. His wings vibrated slightly at the pleasant warmth and tingling of the patches. "Hows your head? Im sure that the headmaster wouldn't mind if you arrived later." Draco shook his head. "No, father. My head feels fine now." Lucius nodded and headed for the door again. "The train leaves in an hour and we need to pick up some things on the way, are you ready to go?" Draco nodded, he drew his wings into his back and pulled on his shirt and Belstaf Milford pure irish wool coat. "Yes father." Looking the complete picture of Slytherin Prince and Malfoy heir.
It was a new year at Hogwarts and it was going to be a good year.