Draco nodded softly, also finding it easy to believe that a house elf would come with an old Black house and also that said house elf probably wouldn’t be thrilled about having to serve Potter. In a way, it almost made Draco laugh, something that only showed in the way he grinned. He didn’t have a lot of courage to break traditions himself, but it pleased him to see other people be able to do it.<br/>“I guess I’m lucky that Coote always liked my mum better than he liked my father,” Draco admitted, knowing that he bore a much bigger resemblance to his mum than he ever had to his father; something that Coote liked to point out every now and again.<br/>It was something he had ended up giving a lot of thought over the years, thinking of what would have happened if he had been more like his father. It was never a particularly good line of thought to follow and Draco quickly abandoned it, wanting rather to focus on his wine and how Potter looked in the moonlight.<br/>“And that I look more like my mum, I guess.”