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.