Snape stood gracefully, his face blank. Draco debated whether he could manage to disappear down the steps in time - before deciding it was ultimately not worth it even if he could. Snape would find him anyhow - and, truthfully, he owed Snape.
Draco Malfoy, aside from a brief moment of shock, schooled his face to stillness, as he said obligingly, "Godfather, what a pleasure to see you. I apologize that I was not able to greet you upon your arrival."
Snape stalked forward, quiet as a cat, as he snapped, "And why is that, godson? Have you been gallivanting with Muggles?"
Draco pursed his lips slightly, dodging the question with a quiet, "I needed some air."
Snape loomed over his godson's not inconsiderable height. "Perhaps I did not make myself perfectly clear. You are not to leave this dwelling except in most dire need. Did you perhaps think that wandering about alone and unprotected was some sort of blasted holiday?"
"I apologize, godfather. I did not mean to worry you." Draco Malfoy said, cursing himself for a fool - why had he believed that Snape wouldn't have a monitoring spell up?
"In the future, you shall not have the opportunity." Snape snapped a quick deglamouring spell at Draco, restoring his original, platinum appearance. And then Snape began to cast, his toes tracing a runic path on the floor.
"I have integrated an alarm ward into this place. In the event that any of its residents choose to leave, it will alert me. You are not to wander off for no rational reason, or there will be painful consequences." Snape's glare was briefly diverted from Draco to encompass the rest of the room.
"Have I made myself clear?"
"Yes, godfather. May I retrieve my wand?" Draco said politely.
"You may." Snape said.
By the time Draco had returned, Snape was gone. In his place, the lovely ladies had the most delighlfully gossipy expressions on their faces Draco realized that avoiding them would be next to impossible, in these close quarters. The looks the Greengrass sisters bestowed upon him promised sweetness. Pansy merely looked like f she didn't get answers, she'd kill him.
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