The wobble to Draco's voice echoed the one somewhere inside Andromeda. She was nervous, too, but perhaps more for his sake than hers. She remembered clearly the last personal interaction she had had with her family, and the fury with which they had parted ways could easily be brought down on this fine young man just by speaking to his estranged aunt.
"There are," she replied, "and I've become very eager to do it." She traced the pattern of wood grain on the table. "I never thought I'd ask this, but how is your mother?"