"Everybody is a target these days," Antonin said quietly. "Remember what happened to the Golden Fool, and think what could happen to the wife of Harry Potter."
"Parkinson might play politics, but from talking to Hermione, I don't think Potter plays the game at all well."
He laughed at the face Morag made, "I didn't say emulate, just look at what she does. And don't expect me to believe you've never played the game of looking like less than you are to get the job done. I even remember you trying to show me a little of that lovely leg to try to work your wiles on me once."
"We might have a small gathering or two," Antonin nodded. "I suggest nothing large, though, for the next little while."