"I don't understand why we can't just order the school supplies from home, mother." the whiny tones of a pale, eleven year old boy was heard before the dust in the grate had even settled down for people to see him. There wasn't much to see, in any case, he was a short, skinny, blonde and pale little boy who looked like he could use a steak and some sun.

But Salmandrius Beaugustus Malfoy stepped out of the grate, brushed stray ash off his straight shoulders and cast a glance around the Leaky Cauldron that suggested he owned the establishment. Yeah, he was hot stuff.

In his head.

Terra Cota Malfoy, the mother in question, simply laid a hand on his shoulder and nudged him in the direction of the entry to Diagon Alley, "Go get your supplies, Sally-"

"MOTHER!" came the exasperated hiss at the use of the much hated nickname.

"-And meet me here at a quarter past 5." The mother continued, passing him a money bag for his shopping.

Salmandrius took the bag from his mother's hand and sulked off towards the street. He really needed to figure out how to do a Memory Charm on everyone who had ever heard or used that ridiculous nickname.