'Maybe we Slytherins need someone to tell us no every now and again?' he suggested with a chuckle. 'And yes, he is always this neat. And no, he does not have a house elf.' He smirked. 'Luckily for me he doesn't expect me to be anything but a mess.' In all honesty he suspected Percy would be rather annoyed if he started to put things away or help to clean. He also suspected that he'd redo everything as soon as he wasn't looking.
Adrian's lack of suggestions certainly was a disappointment, and once more he felt the hope of getting his mother back alive falter. And then there were the questions, though telling the truth was getting easier every time he did it. Protecting the lie just didn't seem as important as it once had.
'Early June,' he answered. 'And I know because Rodolphus sent Miles to tell me he had her, demanding I'd spy for him.' He made a face of disgust, his fingers clenching before he continued. 'He also sent me her eye to...punish me for not giving him what he wanted, and to remind me what would happen if I didn't.'
If he had been able to, he would have got up and started to pace the room. Only he wasn't able to, so he took a few deep breaths instead, focusing on Plato for a moment before moving on. 'She was taken from her house in Perth,' he said, almost flatly. 'And before you utter your surprise at Emilia having a house in Perth-' he paused and looked up. 'Emilia isn't my mother, she just pretends to be as a favour to my father. My real mother is a Muggle. You've met my family, I'm sure you can figure out why my father decided it was best no one ever knew that.'