Severus nodded at Draco's acknowledgement, glad the boy understood. He may be a wimp of a man, but he would do anything the former teacher and Headmaster asked of him, making him very useful to Severus Snape. Draco was the type of person that, although his attitude and blunt ignorance for common courtesy would dub him of the 'nose up the ass' variety, he did not fully belong in the Death Eaters' group, as was the case with Snape during the wars. Now, however, he would have to step up and take the role, otherwise he would be dead in a moment.<br/><br/>Standing, Severus walked to the window that had previously been shattered, hands behind his back as he stared placidly into the still-dark morning. Everything surrounding the manor was completely still, not a single movement to be seen, until someone apparated onto the lawn. He watched the man as he spoke and fell before turning swiftly, cloak flying around him. At moments such as these, he was the man to take charge.<br/><br/>"Sothryn, have that contraption of yours bring the man in. Make sure to lay something down first; Lucius will have a fit if there is blood on his floor. Draco, go upstairs and get your father; he will need to be here for this." Pulling his wand out, Severus waited at the door, having already struck it open. Once the man was brought in, he would awaken him, probably only long enough to get the information he needed out of him. "And Krys. Come here. You will memorize this information. Do not do anything but listen."