On Harry's floor, the apartment was exactly what one would expect from a wealthy heir. The space appeared to have at least two floors, with flooring made of some kind of expensive-looking stone. There was even a small reception area featuring a wooden table in its center, a crystal vase filled with stunning blue orchids, and a luxurious chandelier hanging above it. In front of this table stood a butler.
"Welcome, everyone. It's an honor to host the young master and his friends," he said.
Harry smiled at him and asked, "And my father?"
His question visibly made the butler tense for a brief second, but he quickly recovered, smiling as if nothing had happened. "The master is upstairs. I'm not certain if he'll join for lunch."
"That's fine," Harry replied, not seeming too bothered as he nodded in agreement.
