"Mm. I won't ask what year you're from then, I don't want to know." He smiles dryly, then raises both eyebrows. "Draco, hm? Who's your father? Lucius? It's not Abraxas. You look like you could be Lucius' boy."

His eyes flick over Draco's face as he speaks, thoughtful. "Have you been staying in the manor? I haven't seen you when I'm by there. Mind, I haven't had as much time to be by as usual."

There seems to have been some relaxing thing in him now - why, it's unclear, but Malfoy is clearly still a name with some clout. "There are no set places for the displaced to stay, so you're lucky to have the manor." He grins, and it's sharp. "I'm sure Lucius must find it interesting dealing with a grown son."

Lucius, who is only 26 here.