Andromeda was not a terribly threatening woman, though she wouldn't have blamed her nephew for being on edge as she approached him. His family had not given her many reasons to be polite to them if met on the street. That was, in her mind, what set her apart from the clan that she had turned her back on all those years ago.
Meeting Draco like this was not how she had hoped for it to happen. Some day, she would have liked very much to meet him and his mother in a way that would keep all parties at ease. Fate, it seemed, had its own ideas.
She shook his hand with a faint smile as he said her name. "Yes, that's right. It's good to finally meet you."