Ophelia smiled, on surer footing talking about Quidditch than on practically anything else that had to do with childhood. "Then I'm sure you'll have some fun while you're here," she said. "We've got a whole set downstairs. I'm not sure if it's child-sized — and maybe it's best if you don't play with the bludgers," she continued uncertainly. Did normal mothers let their children play with proper Quidditch sets? And did she had different rules, as a foster mother, than a normal mother did? The Ministry would probably be upset if she let him bash his head in with a bludger — particularly if they found his parents somewhere.

"I can ask my husband at dinner tonight," she decided. Mr. Devine would have a better idea of what little boys were suited for when it came to Quidditch, no doubt.