            She blinked, surprised. It was a custom, probably, for purebloods like Malfoy to share a glass with a guest before they returned home. A custom she was definitely not part of, though part of her warmed that he had the courtesy to ask. "No, I really must be going," she told him, giving a brief smile. "I’ll see myself out too," she said, striding too quickly towards the doors. "Goodnight, Lucius."