Daphne was embarrassed that her sister had inquired Draco over his feelings (or lack of) for her. She didn't so much as flinch, despite this. "Kingsley Shacklebolt? Or is it worse?"
Daphne listened to Draco's gala information. "The Golden Boy and Granger," Daphne couldn't help, but roll her eyes. Perhaps it was because she had gone to school with him, but Daphne never could get into the hype around Harry Potter.
Despite that unpleasantry, Daphne smirked, almost letting out a snicker, "Oh, why would you ever want all of those people in the same room?" She asked innocently, her eyes holding a more knowledgable glint.
Daphne wasn't stupid.
Draco was doing something here. She wouldn't press, nor complain. Anything that elevated the Malfoy family from the post war stigma, was most likely to be very influential. If the Malfoys were raised out of the mud, then many of the other wizarding families could benefit from it as well.
"Could you have planned this anymore perfectly?"
She couldn't help, but think of how she should get to planning her own event.