"Oh! He's an metamorphmagus?!" Melinda cried before she laughed. "Who's a special little boy, then?" She tapped him on the nose before her gaze went to Draco. Her eyes were decidedly slanted, yet much larger than those of the East, and that striking color.

"This is the one you mentioned then? Draco..." She studied him before she gave him what suddenly seemed very tender of a smile. "We'll take a look at your father, see what we can do to ease him."