Draco nodded to her and sat opposite, allowing her to take a scone before he took one himself. As he spread clotted cream over a bite of scone, he shrugged slightly.
"I am well. Though obviously more than slightly preoccupied with the current Ministry attentions given our circle of friends."
He set the bite down and sighed. "Daphne, I think it only a matter of time before they turn their sights on the rest of us."
Suddenly, his association with the Weaselette was even more fortuitous in his mind. It was no secret that he had courted her favour.
"I suggest you find some Integrationist to whom to attach yourself to avoid censure. Circe knows I am going to attempt to continue my endeavour to have the Weasley girl vouch for my behaviour." He rolled his eyes and put the bite in his mouth.