The floo deposits him into the drawing room, an overblown and ornate mess filled with the ever so proud history of the Malfoy Family. He sighs but then a house-elf is there, followed by Lucius Malfoy himself, a silvery, spider-silk robe quickly tied around himself out of what must have been a dead sleep. He drops to a knee two metres away, head bowed, and waits for acknowledgement.