Draco was a very neat person, he knew everything had a place and his room was an example of that. On his bedside table sat a golden lantern set to glow on when he clapped and off when he clapped twice. The table itself was plain and sleek, the same redwood that made up his door was seen in the furniture also, everything matched perfectly from the dark green walls to the almost black carpet. Luxury oozed from every surface, every crevice, every fabric and every jar of magical hair product adorning his sleek dresser. Pillowcases made from spun Acromantula silk lay neatly fluffed on his four poster bed, the sheets turned over by Lia the Elf ready for him to crawl into.