Art had met November Pettigrew Malfoy before, but every time he saw her, he was surprised by how shy she was. At least she'd waved. "Here with your husband?" he said, hazarding a guess. It seemed like something Mrs. Malfoy would do — to Art's memory, she was smart, and smart people tended to enjoy things like meteor showers.

Art might like it too, if he tried at it.