Hogwarts... Djura's stony heart sunk as if to a riverbed. He didn't converse much with the locals of Irvingly (his neighbours, he supposed), but when he did he always subconsciously dreaded learning when one was a witch or wizard. Especially when they presumed he was one myself. Well, he wasn't. He was normal, and proud of it, and felt increasingly resentful every time such a presumption was made.

And yet he decided not to brazenly call Mrs Fraser out on it. For, quite by accident, she had managed to worm her way into his albeit extremely meagre affections. In other words, Djura rather liked her; despite her sundry oddities. Or perhaps because of them.

"My eldest is, yes. But I must ask... what exactly do you mean by 'potions'?"