These days, the concept of a house party hit him with a dull kind of distaste. But being invited to a house party by... ahem... a witch... now that was an even more unpleasant concept. For a moment Djura dared wonder what Tempest Park was like in its "wizarding" form.

He inclined his head respectfully at the suggested invitation. "Do send him my regards", he said of the Earl. The witch's husband... what a world.

Shortly they arrived at Flourish and Blotts, a bookshop that suggested chaos and nonsense by its very name. Djura stifled a sigh at the notion of navigating the no-doubt whimsical little establishment. "Well, I'd best find my son's book. Thank you for your company, Lady Vane-Tempest. It has been... quite the afternoon."