Sighing, Lucius approached the door - the sound of his son's voice confirming that the time had finally come. The man performed a final check of his appearance in the long, Edwardian mirror that rested in the far corner of the room. He was wearing one of his usual black suits with a matching black tie and his favourite serpent cufflinks. He didn't like Draco to see his father in anything than the finest of clothes. In his view, being neatly turned out helped gain the respect he felt he deserved.
With a flick of his wand the door opened.
"Draco," he said, forcing a smile, "I'm glad you could make it. Please come in..."