"Of course you can hear it", Arven said of his vampire story, a broad smile warming his face as they sat down.

Though his smile faded as Somersby was mentioned. He had of course heard about the portkey mishap the moment it had effected his nephew, but Arven was a little less worried than some in his family. He didn't know Somersby that well, but he had a good head on his shoulders, and he was a young man now — no longer a boy. Wherever the portkey had landed him, he would surely find his way back.

"Still no news...? Drat. Well, I'm sure he's having a few adventures of his own out there."