"Strangely enough, that's exactly what you told me the other day. You were just as unconvincing then..." Lucius smirked, before reaching for the cup again and rising from his chair. "Tea? You do drink tea, don't you?" Without waiting for a response, he summoned an extra cup and the library's little pink teapot, which he filled with water and brought to a suitable temperature, all with a flick of his wand.
It was strange hearing of Draco's future achievements. A part of him wondered how his future self had responded to them, but he kept that thought private. His son was a seeker. A player who worked alone, separate from the rest of the team. Sounded about right. "Seeker for Slytherin? Not bad..." He drawled, adding a dash of milk to each cup. "And what about school? What's your strongest subject?"