Corvin hangs the coat up with care, taking Lucius’ as well. "Oh, my dear Cissa, you’re much too kind!" he praises while leading the guests into the front parlour, which is where Harry sits on the floor. "Your lovely company is what can hardly be resisted, either of you. Please, come si- Oh, apologies." He switches to Parseltongue effortlessly to shoo the snakes off the couches and armchairs. "Time to go, darlingsss, make sssome room, the guessstsss need to sssit."