"Howlers, and unannounced floo calls." Adrian laughed.
Smirking now, he retorted, "At least a first year Gryffindor wouldn't fear his mother," making fun of himself and enjoying the self-pity fest.
"Besides how rare it it is, what do you do when your mother gets on you? Surely she's excited to pair you off and continue the family tradition of being total prats?" His smile was all jest and pride - he'd gotten one in on Zabini, at least.