Happy Ash Wednesday.
Under other circumstances, the matter of your life and death is fodder for have-you-heard dinner party conversations. However, because of your relationship to my best friend, your well-being is, irritatingly, of substantial importance to me. Have you confessed your sins to Draco yet? I do not need to ask if you have sought help for your mental state. I know you have not. This may very well be your last Lent.
(You should make it really count, and give up something difficult, like cantankerous stubborness).