Draco had been up most of the night, reading the first of those books. He still thought it was very biased. Because honestly, they were written from Potter's point of view. Which wasn't really all that reliable to start with, or at least Draco thought so and would tell exactly that to anyone who asked. He was also staying inside for another reason; he didn't fancy getting drank from and left dead over on some hiking path afterward. So he was being extra careful. Keeping silent and only leaving his room either when no one else was around or when the other residents were asleep late at night.
But then he perked up, hearing the voice of his mother in the cabin. He was rather fast as he moved from the bed over to the door and quickly opening it, standing the frame and.. there she was. Didn't look too much older than he recalled. Maybe a year or two at most after his time. But he was glad she was here. He smiled briefly, then quickly waved for her to come to his room, almost in a manner that suggested urgency. "Mum.. I am glad you are here, please come inside." There was really so much to talk about. About his living arrangements and being here in general, possibly. But most certainly about his life back home. And to explain what really happened in that tower. But whatever the case, at least he had family here and was not alone with so many of these muggles walking around the place. He still hoped not to see a guest anytime soon.