Draco had somewhat known what he was coming into by coming to Preya. He had the photographs and such to prove it, yet arriving to be bombarded by a child he did not have and the sight of his greatly old aunt and his mother and father...looking so young. He'd seen them in photographs, it was an easy enough recognition on his part, but there was something about it that was so strange.
Still, he had to admit his mother was beautiful, and free of all the worries that he and his father had caused her in the past few years. He had to appreciate that, even if everything was different.
"I...the war just ended." He shifted slightly in his chair and masked it by reaching for the cup when it was finished. It looked right proper, and a sudden wave of sadness hit him. "I suppose I did? I knew I was coming to you now, at least. It seems almost fuzzy now."