Rama was busy getting prepared for bed when she heard a knock on the door, but Draco beat her to it as he reached it in a millisecond with his long legs.
Swinging the door open, a servant stood in front of him and his face suddenly contorted at the sight of the measly being in front of him.
Rama stole glances as she eavesdropped on the conversation between the master and servant.
"Good evening m..." The servant was rudely interrupted by Draco as soon as he opened his mouth. Rama wanted to chip in but rather she stayed silent, it was Draco after all, he would never change.
"Go straight to the point." He growled impatiently, making the servant almost stutter and bite his tongue at the same time. She could hear his heart pace elevate drastically from fear and his body temperature immediately go hot.
"Lord Zamiel calls for your presence, a parcel has been delivered to you." The servant informed with a trembling voice.
