She hardly thought of her work at the Museum as a job, but she supposed it was the closest either of them had ever come. "Draco, while well-behaved, is a bit too young for the gala. He'd much rather be flying or researching Potions I will admit." She sighed. "I can just about force him to accompany me for an hour or two, but he's yet to develop the deep appreciation of Wizarding history that I have."
His request didn't take her by surprise; she'd had similar thoughts over the past few weeks herself. She had just wanted him to come to the conclusion himself. "I think that's a marvelous idea, Regulus. I also believe your father used to sit on the Comittee for Experimental Charms; that could be an option as well, if the other three aren't enough for you." She didn't see any reason why he wouldn't get a seat on those boards, but options were always good. "Although, if your primary concern is for Lucius and I, you needn't worry. We love having you, and even Draco is warming up." Her little boy had never liked to share attention, and even though Regulus was a grown man, she thought Draco viewed him a bit like competition.
She reached back and squeezed his hand. "I'd say tell me whatever you want me to know, but then you wouldn't tell me anything," she said, arching one finely shaped brow at him. "Let's start at the beginning then. No one ever knew much about how you supposedly died. What happened."