The house elf was blank faced and silent as it looked over it's shoulder to the little master walking through the double doors of the room, which seemed to be nothing more than an entrance hall for floo-travellers.
Theo barely gave the elf a look and it winked out of sight, Greg's bag with it. Theo was dressed in formal wizarding robes, the room around him looking dusty even though it wasn't, somehow tainted with age and darker things.
"Gregory." Theo stated as a hallo, carefully controlled, making no move to touch the other boy he'd done so much more than touch before, his face as carefully blank as the house elf's had been. "I hope your short journey wasn't unplesant. Would you like to follow me through into the drawing room?" he asked before turning and leading the way.