"I suppose there might be worse company to be stuck with than you when you're in a foul mood," she mused. "A troll, perhaps." She let him lead her back towards the house, though she was still put off with the idea of living there, or anywhere else. It felt like a tomb, despite it really being a lovely property. They'd spent so many years together in the Manor and gone through so much, it hardly seemed right to call any other place her home. She'd known that the day would come when Draco inherited it, but up until quite recently he was still a boy. It felt as thought he'd become a young man over night, and happy as she was for him, it broke her heart just the same. Now their son would take his place, and she and Lucius would retire here. Live out the rest of their days. It was... thoroughly depressing. Her smile had faded somewhat by the time they reached the house.
"Perhaps we ought to open a bottle now and make sure the lounge on the terrace is still to your liking." The wine would be a nice distraction, she hoped, though she feared it might make her more brutally honest. Nonetheless, she would risk it.