Draco was bored. He'd been researching ancient binding magic, just for something to do. It wasn't the first time he'd been bored enough to think about getting a job, but his father would flip his lid unless Draco meant to go into the Ministry, which was never happening. Of course Draco could always tell his father to fuck off, but he didn't feel like fighting with the man today. So. Ancient binding magic.
Theo's arrival was more than welcome, and Draco tried not to seem too eager as he went down to the drawing room to meet his friend.
"Yeah, yeah I'm free." He reached out and clasped Theo's hand, an informal sort of handshake that got propriety across without seeming too stuffy.