"The hell was that?" Draco turned to look at Theo, gesturing to the ceiling with an idle hand. There was no urgency in his tone, and Blaise found himself relaxing further because of it. Crashes in and around the Manor weren't uncommon - given that the elves sometimes made it a sport to fuck with old Theodore Nott, Senior's more priceless antiques. Theo encouraged the practice, content to let them destroy anything that reminded him of his father.