Draco allowed himself a small chuckle at the Ministry's expense. "Yes, well, so long as the distinction between my own actions and those of incompetent would-be mimickers is maintained, I am at least somewhat content."
There. He'd wanted to tell her, but he'd already vented in his journal. There was no point to rehashing things too much.
Draco noted the bitterness and appreciated the sentiment. He marveled at the insanity that seemed to be running the Ministry currently, and was little pleased to discover that they truly were intent on destroying the uniqueness that was Wizarding Culture.
"I do appreciate it. Mother will not be acting as hostess this year, actually. She'll be in attendance, but not in that capacity. I'll be hosting alone." He decided he was sounding too much as if it bothered him, so he glanced once more at the menu.
"Are you still considering an event yourself? I thought you said something about autumn proper?" He thought he remembered something about a masquerade ball, though he couldn't be sure.