The arrival of the new guests caused much commotion in the house. The prospect of money (which was currently of short supply) seemed too good to be true but both genders dressed their best as the promise of wealth sent them all into a frenzy to claim the new arrivals as their best-friend.
Ginny opened the door to the company. A young man around her age stood before her. Just a head taller then her and his hair was a pale yellow and short. It was neat though not slicked back as something told her it should be. He seemed familiar…but then again everybody seemed familiar these days: everybody seemed to look to some degree like someone she new that would lend her just a bit of money.
"Well? Can I come in?" he asked. His voice was Icy and all her thoughts of a kind young man to help with the mounting chores disappeared. But remembering her manners she beckoned him in.
"Where are your companions?"
"Narcissa…my…companion…she…are my rooms ready? I do believe I gave you ample time to prepare. By bags are in the back of the cab and I hope you have a broom shed." the last remark was given with a hint of expectancy as though every wizarding household left had a broom shed. But obligingly an annoyed Ginny picked up the bags from the back of the London cab that had dropped the pale faced arrogant 'prince' off. She led him up to his room before she received some disappointing news.
"I won't be able to pay the twelve gallons. It was lost with my…companion. Is there anything I can do to make it up?" fake manners and reluctance dripped from the icy voice.
"Well we tend to have a shared effort with the chores." Ginny explained, noticing the grimace on the new comers face "You'll find out your duties tomorrow Mr.…Sir."
"Draco." he said coolly and turned to unpack. The name seemed familiar…oh so familiar…