"Unlikely," sniped Narcissa. She shook her head and took another sharp inhale from the cigarette. "I wouldn't want to have to show up to the bloody palace and accept that pretentious award or give that monotonous speech, either, but there's no way Draco would be thick enough to miss it. No matter how horrid the circumstance, he would have been there." She exhaled a ring of smoke, then dabbed out the half-lit bud into the crystal ashtray. "My son is missing. Of that, I'm certain."