A small laugh escaped Orion's lips and he looked up at Draco. "That is definitely true," he replied, referring to the complicated factor. "I hope so but he certainly seems to dislike me greatly. I cannot fault him for it, he knows a lot more about the future then I do, but what he has told me... I'm not sure if I like it."
"I mean, I marry Walburga." Orion's facial expression showed exactly what he thought of that piece of news, and it was bordering on both serious concern and displeasure. He was still wondering what possessed him in the future to marry her. She was scary enough already. "And I apparently disown Sirius, even though I have no idea why I would do such a thing." He downed the rest of his drink, again wishing how much it was alcohol. "I'm surprised you, or anybody for that matter, have remained sane with so much information undoubtedly reaching your ears before its actually happened outside of this place."