She frowned. She remembered the senior Mr. Nott with some distaste. "Not that big a loss, his father," she muttered, biting her lip at thinking something so ill of the dead, but still. He'd creeped her out, even at that young of an age. She put down her fork, folding her hands in her lap, looking at him speculatively. "Why are you involving yourself in the situation now, Draco? I don't see you developing a sudden case of concern for him out of the blue without a reason."