When Malfoy entered the corridor, he heard a violent knocking coming from the cupboard. He crossed towards the cupboard, unsealed the door and opened it. The hooded figure emerged, desperately gasping for air.
"I'm suffocating!" the person said.
"Well, thank Merlin you knocked. Come on now, take a deep breath… and another… Better?" Malfoy asked kindly.
"Yes," the person replied.
"Good," Malfoy replied before he shoved the figure back into the cupboard, sealing it magically again.
Malfoy headed back into Wormtail's room.
"I notice you're not drinking, Malfoy," Fudge said with a goblet in his hand
"Don't you worry about me, Fudgiekins, I'm holding my own here," Malfoy said.
"Wahey! Holding my own! Now that sounds incredibly rude," Avery said.
"Malfoy, that doesn't explain why you're not drinking with us," Fudge said.
"Ah, yes, no, well that's what I actually came to talk to you about. What do you say to the idea of ten minutes' absolute silence to get some really serious drinking in?" Malfoy said.
They all roared loudly before they finally lowered their voices.
"Now, here's a nice glass of cider," Fudge said holding out a glass for Malfoy.
"Only cider? I'm going to go and put some brandy in it," Malfoy said before he quickly left the room.
Malfoy entered the dining room once more and sat down again.
"Well, how are we all doing then?" Malfoy asked.
"Not well. Let us discuss your inheritance," Lady Beaufoy said a hint of irritation in her voice.
"Ah, yes. Good. Some water first?" Malfoy said.
Lady Beaufoy jumped up from her seat and slapped Malfoy in the face again.
"Wicked child! We only drink exquisite liquor, appropriate for pureblood wizards!" Lady Beaufoy roared.
She sat back down seconds before Rookwood entered the room stumbling his way to the fireplace where he vomited.
"Great booze-up, Lucius!" Rookwood roared before he left the room again.
"Do you know that man?" Lady Beaufoy asked.
"No," Malfoy lied.
"He called you 'Lucius'," Lady Beaufoy said.
"Oh, 'know' him? Yes. I do," Malfoy said.
"Then can you explain what he meant by 'Great booze-up?" Lady Beaufoy asked.
A long pause followed the question. The silence is terrifying.
"Yes, I can. My friend is a Death Eater and on his last mission abroad brought back with him the Lord of a very important pureblood family. His name is Great Boo. He's been suffering from sleeping sickness and he's obviously just woken, because as you heard, Great Boo's up," Malfoy explained.
"Well done, Lucius," Snape said rather relieved that Malfoy came up with this well thought lie.
"And I think I'd better just go visit him," Malfoy said before he stood up and swept out of the room.