"I certainly hope not recently," Minerva said, then cocked an eyebrow and gave Jamie a stern look. "You have been behaving yourself, haven't you?"
Minerva knew living under the Malfoy roof wasn't likely at all easy for Jamie, or his father. She just hoped he hadn't done anything to piss off the Minister's hospitality - as much as it was.
"Well, I never know who might else be slotted to visit you and I wouldn't want to intrude," Minerva tried to reason.
She shrugged. "As far as I know, they are. And disgustingly happy, but Ben's happy and that's what I care about," she told Jamie, looking over the pastries.