Draco stood up and marched over to his father's liquor cabinet in the corner. Although it hadn't been used in months, not a speck of dust could be seen on the shiny black glass top, nor on the gilded gold handles protruding from the sides. He gingerly opened the antique glass door and dug around till he found what he wanted, a bottle of fire whiskey from 1979, it must have been a good year to even be present in the manor. Only the finest assortment of liquors, dress robes, sheets, anything really was allowed to enter through the doors of the manor, and that included people.