Morag shrugged. 'Maybe he's touchy on the subject and misinterpreted it?' she suggested. 'I don't know what happened, but he thinks that's what happened,' she told Antonin.
She looked at him in consternation and then burst out laughing. 'We have got to spend lots of time at Dolohov after Anna is born!' she decided. 'I won't have my daughter unable to defend herself!' She grinned. 'But, darling, that's not the normal way of it around here. Especially not in England, and Percy is very, very British,' she pointed out. 'In British wizarding families, you don't try to kill or permanently maim your siblings....at least not for fun. And besides, the twins were hardly up front and open about it. They thought it funnier when their target was unsuspecting and didn't know what hit them....'
She tilted her head and gave Antonin a warm look. 'Thank you,' she said simply. It meant a lot to her that he would be nice to Percy for her.
Morag looked at Antonin a moment. When she realized to what he was referring, she flushed guiltily. 'So you can,' she admitted. 'You apparently have a tougher hide than Cass does,' she decided. Then her face grew determined. 'Or my blasting spell isn't as strong, and that simply won't do,' she said flatly. 'And I will be working on that just as soon as Miss Anna is done with my magic,' she promised herself.
Morag giggled. 'Now, that's a good description of her,' she admitted. 'She does flit about, doesn't she?' She liked that description. 'But I'm having a hard time picturing that. They hated each other in school.' She shook her head. 'Of course, she did end up with Lockhart so her taste must be a little....changed.'
She made a face. 'Yes, but Draco is entertaining when he isn't trying to shop for clothes,' she told him. Then she had an inspiration. 'Oh, maybe I could ask her to substitute for me the next time Draco thinks I need new clothes....' she mused.