And in those rare moments where it did indeed exist, he was always silently grateful. He had spent a good amount of time culturing himself and growing beyond the petulant fifteen year old most people thought he'd always be. Too much time, in fact, to be undermined by his baby sister.

But really, he'd thought about all of this. Certainly, he was offering to take the blame, but it was well and possible that he'd already suggested that he'd heard rumour the train might be slightly late, that perhaps they might be given something to nibble on said train to quell any rumbling tummies, that maybe dinner ought to be nudged a little later to accommodate for it. He had a few contacts at Hogwarts, and though he doubted his parents would believe it, it had certainly been a well-spun tale.

Over his first sips of tea, Draco couldn't help but smile slightly to himself. The first year at school was always the most exciting, when friends and enemies alike were made for life. That was just how it worked, and Malfoys tended to polarise things anyway. Nice to see that his sister was following in his footsteps that way. He already couldn't wait for the explosion of Emotion over this Elmira girl over dinner. It was going to be fantastic.