'True,' Cass admitted. It was a well known fact after all. They'd still sold Draco out to Voldemort though, where his own father had supported his attempts to keep out, had encouraged him to apply for Auror training and studied with him when things were hard. His grandfather disowned him, but his father had always been there for him.
Until he died.
He smiled when Percy went on, leaning his head against his. 'We're smart people, we'll think of something. I'm guessing a notice is out seeing how they're illegal these days,' he said. 'I'm guessing you don't want to apply for a permit?'
He smirked. 'Emilia would definitely be efficient, though I doubt it would be approved of by the purebloods. If it would, she wouldn't enjoy throwing the party.' He chuckled, the thought of it quite amusing. 'You should meet her,' he then said. 'Regardless of everything, you should meet her. I think she'd like you, actually.'