His father seemed almost nostalgic which let Draco rest easier before him. Of course, Lucius wasn't really discussing some distant past, was he? For Lucius, Draco truly was eight years old and terrorizing the peacocks. Still, Draco couldn't help the laugh that escaped through his lips. "Dad, I'm telling you, those peacocks just walk into everything! Totally not my fault." He finally looked fully back up at Lucius again. "Made Seeker of Slytherin, I'll have you know." He caught that Lucius worried about him. It was a nice feeling, but he didn't risk the sentimental then.