'Wait, not have doors slammed in their faces. Unless they're unpleasant - which I'm not. Nor should they forget that I'm still their master.'
'But lets not talk of unimportant creatures, or about my need to knock on doors when coming into my own manor. We both know the sillyness of the Ministry these days. Not that it will last for long.'
'I'll talk to Bellatrix, I'm sure I can make her understand the need for you to keep up appearances during these last few months of war.'
If this attack worked, then the war would be over faster than that most likely.
'I'm pleased to hear you're happy. You should be, you have a good wife. I can only hope you'll find the happiness I had - and will have again - with your mother.' He almost wondered if Draco would tell him about the man she'd been seen with at Escapism and different parties - and whom she'd spent several nights with. No doubt his staff had noticed.
He sat down in the chair that had always been his, nodding when Draco offered him a drink. 'Tea will be good enough,' he said, smirking as his son went on. 'I'm glad you realise I would not risk your position in society for no reason.'
He smiled. 'I have something for you, a potion, which you'll need to drink tonight. I have one for your mother too, but unfortunately I can't offer it to Tracey with her being pregnant and all.' He smiled. 'Protecting my grandson must be most important, do you not agree?'