Lucius felt a bit more at ease at Narcissa's light laugh, and his brow eased and he gave her a wry smile, "I think you should do just that. We need to have them over. Can you invite them? Say for tomorrow, Sunday? We can get to the bottom of this, and perhaps come up with a better plan. I think for one, all of use should have a location arranged to meet, should danger approach any of us. A small mobile portkey might be a useful device to carry on our persons," and Lucius leaned forward again, "If Petegrew had possessed one, none of us would have been put in peril trying to rescue his ass. And now some saw him, and will know that he is still alive. Who do we know at the Prophet that could have falsified the story? Or do they know it was a false tale? It could have been others who started that tale," and Lucius paused, sipping his tea and ignoring the pastries for the moment as he thought.
"Draco. How much do we want to involve Draco in all of this anyhow? I'd rather he remained ignorant to be honest. It will keep him safer at school. Not that I don't think he could do it, keep his mouth closed and his eyes open but seeing that we are only dealing with rumors and little information, I would say speak of nothing to Draco about this. Agreed, Love?"
Lucius raised his eyes to his wife's blue ones and gave her a bigger smirk, "That way, you only have to worry about me for the time being, and of course, Bellatrix."