Draco lifted his arm to let Alex come in closer to him, trying not to think how oddly comfortable this felt, as crowded as the space was with two adults and three children. “Perhaps you could help Alyssa dress,” he suggested to Alex. “She likes to pick out her own clothes, but she has difficulty with the buttons sometimes. And you can both find something of hers that we can transfigure to fit you, or you could all stay in pajamas after a proper washing up.”
He glanced at Mandy, one hand lightly touching hers. “If you’d like to go wash up, I’ll help the children. The washroom on this floor is through there,” he nodded to the door, “and you can look through the closets upstairs and take anything of mine to transfigure to suit your needs. Except, perhaps, my formal robes. I’ve only the two, and I keep Summerby on his toes to keep those in fashion as it is.” A small quirk of a smile at that. He wasn’t going to think about her wearing his clothing, even for just the day and transfigured to fit. “Then if you’d truly like to prepare breakfast, I’m quite certain Alyssa would be happy to show you about the kitchen while I take my turn at washing up.”