It had been a while since Blaise had been on a play-date, and Aziza for one was excited. She had dressed Blaise up in his finest, cutest little outfit, fed him with all the love and care she lavished on him and no-one else, and combed his sweet frizzy hair until it was like a little afro halo. Blaise was never, even as an infant, one to show very much excitement about anything, but he liked seeing Draco well enough and was perfectly happy to be taken somewhere where there would be different toys.
Aziza took hold of Blaise in her arms and stepped into the fireplace, then threw down a handful of floo powder and stated her destination. In just a second she was at Malfoy manor, brushing ash off her skirt. She landed in the hallway of the manor, where she made an elf jump.
"Please let Narcissa know we are here," she told the elf politely. Aziza considered it classless to order servants around when you could be courteous to them instead. She then proceeded to look at the portraits on the walls and talk to Blaise about what they saw.