"Come in, I have something for that." Leander opened the door wider, beckoning Draco in. He clearly came from the same level of wealth that Draco did, for his home was nearly as gaudily decorated as the King’s (though with a distinct lack of naked ladies on the ceiling). There was a large portrait of a blonde family, a father with long, light hair, staring icily through the frame. A woman with loosely curled hair stood in the frame next to her husband, her hand on the shoulder of a child-sized Leander.