Michael chuckled as they walked up to the house together. "Oh I suppose we can find the pudding's first." He agreed with a fond smile. "It is a party after all - and where else would something like that be allowed?"
Patting his daughter's hand as they walked together through the crowds of people, Michael was glad he'd never had to live in a place like this - he could only imagine the sort of childhood Draco had here.
He laughed. "I think you, my dear daughter, are a bit biased about that." He grinned though. "But I'll take that compliment none the less. Now lets' see about finding those puddings."