Amelia smiled, not the sad-sympathetic manner that was the majority of her expressions when around family and friends. Not even the quiet, polite manner she wore now and again at work. No, this was a smile that she had worn as a child, and with her husband, honest- and reaching the eyes like two strangers using a map.
"Well. In my free time I enjoy studying historical context- and how it might affect us today. The International Statue of Secrecy for example, that didn't go the way anyone intended..."
She paused, and reached for her own glass. "As for strangers, well. Malfoy, I promise not to spill all your vial secrets if you won't spill mine."