Lucius had paused, and sipped from one cup, slightly annoyed that he couldn't spot his darling wife. In that incredible dress, he thought it would have been easy, but the Great Hall was far more full than Lucius had realized.
He turned, and noted a blond headed young man, turned towards a girl in a pretty silver dress. He knew his son immediately, and his eyes narrowed as he noted Draco's seemingly direct path to NOT pass him by.
Lucius let out a sigh, realizing that his son probably would not be pleased to see him here, but brushed it aside. He'd been told.
Lucius cleared his throat when Draco was close enough to hear it, "Well, Draco, good evening. We thought perhaps you had changed your mind about attending," he said, his tone light but stern. He did not acknowledge Draco's companion, but preferred that his son do the introducing, "Your mother will be delighted that you are, indeed, present."