She was smiling her usual smile of almost taunting and Malcolm loved how she made him wonder why she did that, "A social life can be good for you," he smirked beginning to tease her, "If all you do is talk to house elves, you'll soon be talking to yourself."
Malcolm laughed lightly, "I have my reasons." was all he'd inform her of. "But yes, I plan to donate." he didn't mention that it wouldn't be much. His family had made many investments and instead of placing their funds in banks, hid them, so there was always money showing up that Malcolm hadn't known his father had had.
"It is," he himself had felt rather pushed up against the wall from the movement of people shifting every so often. He had made a grab for a goblet of elven-made wine before stationing himself out of the way. He had no interest in seeking anyone out, so he turned all of his attention to Jillian, "Having many reunions?"