Draco was snapping at his wife yet again, even after they had fought about the issue several times already. Is it necessary that you say things that way to me? she'd ask. He'd feel guilty inside, but push on defensively until he couldn't bear the glassy shine of those brown eyes. But change was hard for a man like Draco, who had no solid foundation inside to ground himself upon. Thus, the stormy tumultuousness that was him constantly tested his wife.
"I fired that new secretary for force feeding me pasta every lunch for the past week. Just because I've been too busy to go out for lunch doesn't mean she should deprive me of protein. I had to hex today's lunch to her stomach to underline my point before firing her and then somehow finding the time to get my own lunch."
Of course, Draco would have more time if he hadn't been spending all week repairing the thirty three priceless chess sets he had found in the Manor for fun at the office instead of signing the papers he should have been signing.
Throwing off his tie, he loosened the top few buttons of his shirt, ignoring his wife's quiet demeanor.
"I might have to go for a drink after dinner today, but that wizard from Romania is due today to fix up the wards around the Manor. You'll stay and supervise?" He paused callously. "Did you have a nice day?"