"You married into a family of proud Slytherins, my dear. You should have expected nothing less." Draco reminded her as if she had somehow forgotten in the last decade. The blasted napkins next to her cutlery were Slytherin green, of course, she wouldn’t forget. "Besides... it was only a small sleepover in the west wing. That requires only a modest amount of bravery. Most certainly nothing that might stray into Gryffindor territory."