Draco's steps faltered for a moment. What in the world had come over the servants? First, there was Longbottom and his attempt to burn down Draco's room--which had ended with Longbottom getting lippy and forgetting his place. Now, this Irish bog-scum was treating him so casually...
This would not do at all.
"I am not her lad," Draco sneered. "And that should be Miss Morag, if not Miss MacDougal to you. Stupid twit."