"I didn't say you had to talk to the Aurors. They will be kept outside until Narcissa arrives. I can't promise they'll stay outside once the Minister of Magic's here, however," she told him. "And if you're only citing critical as the status we need, I could deem you as critical right now considering that potion is probably burning a hole in your stomach as we speak."
She paused, scrutinising the man in front of her. "In fact the more you stall, the less chance you have of seeing your cousin."
Tracey resisted the urge to roll her eyes. It wasn't Regulus's fault he hadn't got a clue what was going on. "One? Try forty-four with a son of his own - Scorpius - and a wife, one Astoria Malfoy nee Greengrass," she told him. "It really is 2024. Do you want to see papers to confirm it?"