"It was self-preservation, Blaise. There was no way you could be around people without risking you saying too much to the wrong person," she said, knowing full well that her son understood.
Drucilla stood up and cupped her son's cheeks. "I don't care how tall you are, how grown up you get, whether you have a wife or none or whether you have your own children, you will always be my son and nothing you do will make me love you any less. It doesn't matter why you got hurt; it matters that you are all right," sh said with a smile.
"Blame those nasty Muggles, blame Montague, whatever makes you feel better with your friends, but it doesn't matter." She hugged him tight. "I love you, darling, and now let's have brunch together."