Eugene passed Miss Owens a wry smile and was pleased to keep the conversation moving. There was no point in dwelling on the whole thing. Astrild hadn't wanted to be a mother and though he'd done his best to try and meet her needs, it hadn't been enough. Better for them to have gone their separate ways so Theseus could be raised by the parent that did want him.

"I imagine," Australia felt like an entire world away and not somewhere he'd ever thought to visit. "Hogsmeade is a nice little burg. We get some strange happenings," a lot of them, really, but he wasn't going to share that now. She had already experienced the sinkhole, no need to explain the fog, or the snowstorms or the plague or the fire... why did anyone live here? "But it's nice having an open magical community." Maybe that was the best part, no having to hide away something that was an integral part of who they were as people. "The summers are nice too." Probably not nearly as warm as Australia, and Eugene thought the autumn in New England was superior to here, but he did enjoy Scottish summers.