"Go on, for Merlin’s sake, boy!" Tiptree prodded Draco in the back with her wand tip and he jerked and shot her a ferocious glare. But she was right; there was no point in loitering around outside like a bloody coward. Draco stepped forward and grasped the door handle; turned it. He stepped inside, into a large, comfortable kitchen with the delicious smell of meaty, rich food filling the sun-warmed room. The kitchen itself was empty of people, and a huge, bubbling pot on the stove had a large spoon stirring around the contents and around of its own accord. He looked around, and glanced over his shoulder at Tiptree, who was latching the door behind them.