Walburga sat carefully next to him, taking the tumbler and quickly taking a sip. Part of her really had to thank her upbringing for making it so much easier to stay composed. She didn't know if it would last, however. After a moment, she stared at the glass in her hand before finishing the rest of her drink quickly. Probably not the most ladylike thing, but it was a dire situation. Alphard likely wouldn't stay. She was sure he couldn't once he knew. She wasn't at all prepared for his reaction. Not that she knew what it would be, but surely it would be bad and it wouldn't be pretty. She'd avoided the topic for a while.
Even still, Walburga had half a mind to tell him he died in a most odious fashion and that he was very much a terrible person for it, but she didn't know when he died or how he died and if there was one person she couldn't lie to - not even for selfish gain - it was Alphard. "You remember all of that talk of disowning from Cygnus I told you to disregard?" Her grip on the tumbler tightened and she paused for a moment to pour herself more scotch. In all honesty, she was sure that no one could blame her. Even if they tried to say anything about it, she would inform them precisely where they could shove their comments.
"I...Well, it turns out-" She frowned at herself for a moment before composing herself once more. "He wasn't wrong. You're...In the future you're disowned, which was...why my last conversation with Draco didn't go over well. I called him a liar and I told him he was wrong. It turns out he isn't, but I'm still not sorry for yelling at him. You and Sirius, it appears." And it was back to drinking the scotch. "I'm sorry," she mumbled, staring at her lap.