Draco's bottom lip quivered as he held his slightly bleeding finger. He placed the book he was reading (more like looking at the pictures) down and hopped off the sofa. "Mummy!" He ran into the drawing room where she was having tea with Pansy's mum. His mother looked startled as he darted inside. (Thankfully, the door was open.) He held his bleeding finger up. "Mummy!"
"What's wrong?" She asked worriedly, sending the older woman a helpless look.
"I cut my finger!" he cried.
"Oh, honey, it is just a paper cut. Mummy will kiss the pain away."
"Thank you, Mummy."