"Nonsense Draco, I’m sure there’s a waistcoat or two in there - take anything you like, we can have Lia clean it up." Nacissa chewed on a blueberry, her fork held poised in wait. "I’d like to get rid of everything in there eventually. I added some of my family heirlooms in the wardrobe - things I don't want. My mother had a very particular taste."