"Well, I would never advise you to go against your mother," Verity began, a serious look on her face, "But like you said, that was back home, and you are under Draco's care now, so perhaps it would be allowed. As for it being too cold? That's why we have hot chocolate and big sweaters and warming charms at our disposal."
Her lips quirked up at Myrtle's protectiveness of Malfoy. She had lied to Draco when she had said she only remembered him from that Quidditch match. She remembered a lot more about him- stories of his family and how he himself had treated the Potter boy and other peers. But he seemed to be close to the twins, and she trusted their opinion. Besides, he had been a child under the influence if his father. She understood that. So she nodded along with the younger girl's words, "I'm sure he does take very good care of you. He has been nothing but polite to me since my arrival here, and I did not know him in my world." She secured her bag on her shoulder, "Well, I'll let you get back to resting. It was nice to meet you. And even if you do not wish to attend the camping trip, we can still have s'mores. If you would like."