She made an "eep" of a sound and rushed over to save the sauce, and the garlic bread as well, bringing out the hot, crisp, sizzling bread, just perfectly browned at the edges. She'd been practicing, evidently.
She worked on combining the pasta and the sauce into one large serving bowl, concentrating as she spoke. "Its easy to say that, Draco, but your father and mother have worked very hard to restore your family name, your mother especially. I have a great deal of respect for your mother and your father-" She paused and then shrugged. "Well, your father terrifies me, honestly, but he's always been very kind to me, and you're their only son. I'm not unaware of the gift they're entrusting to my care. I don't want to do something that is going to upset that. Although... I really do wish we weren't kicking them out of their home."