"Please." Draco waved a hand casually. "Let me handle my parents. I know just what to do, in this case." He grinned a little, as if this were his way of saying that he had ways.
"As for the drink, firewhiskey wouldn't be that bad right now, actually. After dealing with your aunt, I think I'd rather look forward to it," he remarked in amusement. "That woman has no class whatsoever." Yes, this would certainly be a topic that Draco would rant about for a while now.