Horace nodded. "Sadly, they seem capable of...many things." He didn't even try to hide his disgust. "Sadly, I have met many of their ilk. Those that are unremarkable riding of the coattails of those..." He hated to call He-Who-Should-Not-Be-Named great but he couldn't come up with another word so he just stopped.
Slowly, he nodded. "I do have a get together planned for this weekend. As the Carrows know about them, she might not bother your sister overly much, at least this time, if she were to attend."
In truth, Horace had always wanted the youngest Delacour to attend his little get togethers. Fleur too but as a teacher that didn't quite work.
"I would be happy to extend her an invitation and one for a guest as well," Horace offered.