Tea time had been something Draco had worked into his schedule. He prepared for it, made time for it, and had been waiting for the hour to come around when he knew Percy would show up. He usually tried to keep busy otherwise the wait felt like a count down and he would get fidgety, nervous, and anxious. He hadn't been very successful at occupying his time today, however, and when he heard Percy finally knock on the door, he felt agitated and annoyed. He released a slow breath trying to calm himself down, before he turned away from the bathroom mirror he'd been worrying over himself in and pulled open the door.
"Is it that time already?" He asked, as if he'd forgotten.