Draco almost said that Regulus got first name privileges, but it didn't really matter. Potter knew what he meant. Besides, there was a lot loaded into that one off the cuff sentence. I miss work. There was a lot to analyze there. Draco took another drink instead, filling the information away for later study.
It was definitely strange, seeing Professor Lupin young. Draco would never admit this to anyone, but Lupin had been a decent teacher. Better than most they'd had. Still, he wasn't professor Lupin now. As for Black and Old Potter, well, they were pretty much exactly what he'd expected. His mother rarely talked about Sirius, but he could easily see why he'd been disowned.
Waiting for your father? Would you want him here?"
"No," Draco said without hesitation. "I mean," he shook his head, annoyed that he'd revealed that much. "Yes. Well. Maybe. I don't know."