Antonin had stood and offered his hand to Draco when the younger man walked up.
He smiled quietly at the exchange of banter, then laughed at Morag's words. "Forgive her, Draco. Its a full moon and she's not out hunting werewolves. Its made her crabby that she hasn't been able to complete her new fur wardrobe yet. You know how women can get once a month."
"By the way, Draco, we haven't had a chance to talk before this," Antonin continued. "Last time the toast, 'absent friends' was made, Lucius' was one of the names I bespoke. His way was not ours, but I know your loss. Pass my regards to your mother, if she will have them."