Welcome to our little house indeed. Dora supposed this was the sort of house she might have grown up in had her mother actually been a 'proper' Black. It was very... proper. Much different than the house that she and Remus kept in which she barely managed to do the dishes and put her clothes in the hamper every night, much less dust the various knicknacks that stood around everywhere. Antonin's house seemed to have nicknacks to spare in the forms of vases, and ornimental objects.
Dora tried not to openly stare as she walked through the double doors into the paneled library. "Hello," Dora replied to Antonin, reaching out to shake his hand nervously as she tried to keep her eyes on him and not the rest of the house.
She removed her coat and brushed herself off before even thinking about sitting down on one of the impeccable looking chairs. "I'm fine, thanks. It was boggart day in lessons and I just about ate my weight in chocolate."
There were times when she wondered exactly where the words that came out of her mouth had passed through first, because it was definitely not her brain.
She blushed slightly and spoke again, "Thanks for letting me come over on such a short notice."