Saturday, April 1st ~ Afternoon
"Potter? Where the hell are you?" Draco was yelling out even as he apparated into the foyer. Tossing his cloak onto a hook, Draco muttered as he moved from room to room. "I don't have time to play bloody hide and seek with you - my decorator has been into that closet of an office at The Phoenix," okay, maybe a slight exaggeration there, "and has informed me that we really must have more space!"
Stopping in the middle of the staircase, Draco bellowed out, "Damn it! Are you listening to me you wanker?"