Theo was in the library as was his custom when Draco arrived, giving a curt nod of thank you to the elf who brought him in, Theo requested cognac to be brought in. "Unless you prefer tea," he said, gesturing towards one of the sofas.
"Pansy is well," he answered for he would not say that she was worried and still grieving for their daughter. She was perfect, after all, and so was he, and they were well, just as Draco and Astoria was no doubt 'well' or at least as well as could be expected after only a few days. "We're very proud of Stephen of course," he added.
"So," he then said. "I take it you're here because of that one sentence in my letter," he said, getting to the point. This was a man's son at stake, and while he had pondered the situation carefully, he could not let Draco go through what he had without at least trying to do something about it.
"Whatever we say must never leave this room, I do hope you understand that. Not even to Astoria. I am also very far from the situation where I can make any promises what so ever, but only try my hardest."