"Bully for mum, then." Draco had tried, he truly had, when Gregory and Vincent were on trial. He'd had his father pull what strings were feasible to pull, but with Shacklebolt hell-bent on capturing all stragling Death Eaters, it hadn't been safe to do everything they could have. It would have run the risk of the both of them being exposed as well, and so it hadn't helped.
"Theodore Nott?" Draco sat down across from Greg and then quickly stood again, walking to his liquor cabinet. "Would you like a drink? And Snape offered you a job, was it? I doubt even that would give someone just out of Azkaban the clout to take someone over as a ward, though. Especially someone in Nott's condition." And Draco knew Nott's condition well, being one of the few visitors the boy had had over the years.