"Charles?"
"It sounds so grown-up, doesn't it? Bit of a nice ring to it, too. So, Bill tells me you've been chatting with this Hufflepuff girl? Nymphadora, was it?"
"Tonks is a friend, mum. Nothing more."
"Does Nympha--Tonks like your hair?"
"I doubt she's noticed."
"Then why not get a bit of a trim? It'd only take a minute, Charles Then you'd be on your way and--"
"Sorry, mum."
"You're really going to do this business, then? With Romania?"
"And the dragons, yes."
"You won't be here for summer holiday at all?"
"I've told you mum, we're leaving right after this term ends."
"Tell me about the dragons again."
"Mostly Romanian Longhorns. Some Swedish Short-Snouts and Ukrainian Ironbellys, of course. There should even be a Liondragon by the time I get there, I'm really looking forward to that--. Mum? Are you okay?"
"I just like hearing you talk, Charlie."