Narcissa was in front of him in a flash. "I'll put up with a lot of your drunk antics, Arthur. If you want to self immolate your reputation this way, go right ahead. I'll even let you keep insulting me with the same insinuations. But this is Harry's birthday and you're taking it too far." His eyes finally met hers, and it took in the repressed fury she had. "And you will keep my son out of it." The energy in the room climbed a few degrees, with emotions running rampant, accidental magic could go off at any moment.