Faustus walked down the stairs with his father and struggled to control his excitement. This was the first time he'd been allowed to a real party. One of Draco's parties. He even had new robes and everything for it.
Dad was fuming about something and he hadn't asked what but he kind of thought that Draco had done something to Dad's workroom. He'd gone down earlier and returned in the same mood he was now and Faustus was kind of glad he wasn't Draco right about now. Because he thought Draco was in a lot of trouble.
He looked up when his father stopped then tried not to sigh and roll his eyes at the lecture. Anyone would think that he got into trouble all the time. He didn't. Trouble sometimes came and found him but that was hardly his fault. Really. He forgot about his exasperation when Dad started talking about people making nasty comments and he scowled for a moment, looking startlingly like his father for that moment. He hated it when people were horrible about his father and no matter how many times Dad told him it didn't matter, well, all he could think was that it did.
He smiled up at his father. "I'll be good. I promise." He received a dry snort for that and grinned. "Can we go in now? I want to see if Ben's here."