Behind the thick wooden doors came a muffled sound of small, scurrying feet - and then the door was flung open wide, casting golden chandelier light into the hall and onto the doorstep and illuminating a tiny creature that had its bare feet planted firmly on the entrance carpet.
"Good evening, Mr Nott - ohhhh," Pardy whispered, eyes the size of small plates as they encountered Pansy's face and Blaise's behind her. There was a silent moment of confusion before a pair of House Elf brains clicked into gear.
"MISS PARKINSON! MR ZABINI!" he screeched, body trembling with excitement. In case he wasn't being loud or his glee wasn't clear enough, Pardy pivoted in the direction of the spiral staircases behind him and cupped his mouth with his hands so as to better carry the sound:
"MASTER DRACO! MASTER DRACO, IT'S MISS PARKINSON! AFTER ALL THIS TIME, YOUR FAVOURITE MISS PARKINSON! AND MR ZAB -"
"Thank you, Pardy," a human baritone drawled from upstairs, making the House Elf freeze in place. Pardy threw Theo a sheepish look and disappeared with a small 'crack' as two long legs started to descend the stairs.
Draco sighed by means of apology as he appeared, positioning himself on a step halfway and facing his guests in the half-light. All three of them, then. Good. He had a smile for them all.
"I'm very pleased to see we've all made it - I can't be bothered to deal with that elf now, but rest assured I'll do it later. In the meantime...let's go upstairs and talk," he gestured. Draco could be hospitality incarnate if he put his mind to it.