Draco pursed his lips, nodding shortly. "Yes, well, is there anything I can do for you, Mother? If I cannot do anything in regards to the living dead, nor can I work on our standing without the superficial slough, then allow me to leave you alone to manage the manor and I'll go back to my London flat and return to my original idea of dissociating this pathetic child from the illustrious names of Malfoy and Black. Would that be better?"
Oh, yes, he was well aware he was throwing a tantrum, but Merlin's Blood, did he succeed at anything? Or were his attempts merely another in a long line of failing to satisfy the expectations of the family name?
He glared at her, an act rare, even as a teenager. His hands remained at his sides and he stood stiff, waiting to hear her response before leaving.