A Proper Morning Inspection

Straightening the crisp collar of my shirt, I commenced the morning by conducting a rigorous review of my private study desk. Everything in one's quarters must adhere to impeccable standards. With two fingers, I aligned a tiny brass quill stand beside a stack of miniature calfskin-bound texts, nudging them until the margin was precisely parallel to the desk’s carved mahogany edge. Glancing upward, I gave the framed miniature portrait of Potter a firm, approving tap—making certain it hung at a faultless perpendicular angle. One cannot allow untidiness, especially when an illustrious family reputation is to be preserved. #malfoid