She rose and took the bottle from her nephew's hand. "You know that you have no need to stand on ceremony here, Draco," she said, smiling sweetly and leaning forward to brush her lips against his cheek. "You're never too early. Since you haven't stopped by the Manor, I'm sure you're famished." She didn't have to enter his mind to ask quite. Draco's father, Lucius, could be tiresome at best and enough to drive you to commit murder at worst.
"This new law the Lord wants institued is...troublesome in spots," she said as she motioned for him to take a seat close to her desk.