“Oh!” Sunday said in surprise, as if he’d just told her that the weather outside was different than she thought it originally was. “I didn’t know your father was a muggleborn!”

A pensive expression overtook her features as she thought, though there wasn’t much to mull over - she knew little about muggles at all, having spent most of her childhood surrounded by wizards. “Then perhaps you might not be related,” she conceded, leaning her head against her hand as she looked from the other boy to Archie. She could still see some features that might be similar between them, but plenty of young boys their age had brown hair, fair skin and the like.

“Well!” She said, looking down at the golden plate that had just appeared in front of her. Her eyes widened slightly, for just in that moment she’d been craving a bite of apple pie. She gratefully scooped a slice onto her plate. “Then perhaps just introduce yourself and see if it comes up?” She suggested. “We’ll have enough classes together eventually that I dare say it’ll come up at some point or another and you shall have your answer.”