He sat down on his favourite armchair and began eyeing the bottle of Firewhisky he had laid out for Draco's visit. Lucius debated opening it for a small sample, but concluded that it would seem rude. He glanced at the Grandfather clock in the corner of the room, no idea as to when Draco would make an appearance. I should have asked...no, Draco should have been more specific. Sighing, he stared thoughtfully at the flickering flames in the fire place. After nearly a full turn of the hour hand, voices in the hall indicated that someone had arrived, and Lucius reluctantly rose from his seat.