Blaise plucked the glass out of the air as he sat on the opposite end of the sofa, taking a sip of the smooth liquor before answering.
"I've been better, in all honesty. The last thing one wants to return to after such a lengthy absence as mine is waking up to a hole in the roof of your home. It figures, I'd just had some of my house elves finally finish fixing up my basement, and then this attack has to happen. I don't know what the plan is for Upper Slaughter, but I wouldn't be the least bit upset if it were decided to leave the confines of that village. It would take some effort to move everything of worth there, but the house itself is barely worth the hassle of repairing."
He paused for a moment, taking another sip. "This is certainly a fine year." He swirled the liquid in his glass for a moment, his eyes focused on it, before looking back at Theodore. "At least it's only my house and not my body that was damaged, though. Can't say the same for others."