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Emms 
He couldn't respond back to Braeden's previous comment and nodded his head at the elf. "Thank you. I do hope you enjoy your stay," he added before rolling his eyes and shoving his hands into his pocket before walking outside. He enjoyed spreading chaos and messing with Braeden Stonem. He turned the corner and entered into the study. It was empty save for the roaring fire in the centre of the room surrounded by the oak bookcases. His father was bound to be inside the study soon. He wondered what he could have wanted to speak to him about. Hmm...
"
Thank you, Ollie," said Emma with a sweet smile. She was extremely grateful that Ollie had showed up to save the day once again. If he hadn't showed up then Emma was sure that Braeden may have run out of the door and peddled as fast as he could on his bike into the sunset. But Ollie came. Emma sighed; she was truly relieved that they had escaped spending a few more moments with her brother. She loved her brother but at times he could be a jerk.
As the elf led the three teenagers (or were they young adults?) away from the Front Entrance Hall, Emma smiled at Braeden's question and met his eyes with her own brown warm ones. "
They are here at home. Probably getting ready for dinner. My mother takes a while to get ready but I'm sure that we'll see her in no time. She's so excited to see both of you. My father seems to be in a good mood. I'm just hoping he'll stay in a good mood," she explained with a small grin as the house elf began to slow down in front of them. She lowered her voice.
Ollie nodded and gave the teenagers a quick grin. He felt a little bad for the poor boy who was being chewed out by Draco Severus. Even though he was his master, he didn't trust that young blonde man. Something seemed off about him; however, Ollie would never voice his opinion. He enjoyed his job. The Malfoys were a good family to serve- they were nice to him compared to other wizard families.
He stopped briefly by a door, flicked his wrist, and the door opened, revealing a modern looking room. "Master Braeden. This will be your room for your stay," he added with a quick nod, smiling at the boy. He seemed nice. A little goofy and dorky but on the inside he had a good heart. Ollie could see it. Braeden remained at the back of the group - Ollie the house-elf leading the way, the two girls walking beside each other, and the dorky Gryffindor trailing behind them. His bright brown eyes wandered up and down and left and right all around the enormous mansion as they walked up the stairs and down the hallway. He'd been here before, but the place didn't impress him any less than it did the first time. It was so large, Braeden wondered if the family had to do a lot of apparition to get from one place to the other; 'cause surely just
walking from one room to the next would take weeks
The Malfoys lived in their own little country. Malfoyland.
As Emma explained that her mother was most likely getting ready for dinner and that her father was in a good mood, the messy-haired boy nodded his head. Mr. Malfoy in a good mood? That was good news. Brae wouldn't want to bump into the man on a bad day; he was scary enough in neutral mode. Honestly, the Malfoy men just frightened our little dork. But he was a Gryffindor. He was brave. So he'd put up with their taunts and teases if that was the price to pay to be with his beautiful girlfriend.
Suddenly, they came to a stop.
As Ollie the house-elf opened the door to reveal a very large, neat, and tastefully-decorated room, Braeden's eyes widened. As the elf went on to announce that this was HIS room, the boy's jaw dropped to the floor. In one giant step, he was already standing by the bed, dropping his backpack on the floor and allowing his wide eyes to examine the whole place. This room alone was probably the size of his living room and kitchen back at home.
"This is
SWEET." He grinned, obviously excited to just sleep in this magnificent space. It was better than staying at a five-star hotel.
Not that Brae had ever been at a five-star hotel anyway.
"All the
space!
" Braeden had now disappeared into the walk-in closet that was probably the size of his whole bedroom back at home, only to reappear a moment later with one of those large, lopsided goofy grins of his.
"Thanks, Ems." The Gryffindork walked over to his girlfriend and pecked her lips lightly, as if his designated room had actually been a broom closet and she'd personally made sure to upgrade him. All guest rooms at Malfoy Manor were probably like this; but with Brae's luck he probably WOULD have ended up in a broom closet, had the room-choosing been left up to Draco Sev or any other malicious Malfoy.