Although he'd felt quite charmed by Mrs Fraser, since they'd started talking about wizarding Djura had started to feel uncomfortable instead. Perhaps because he disapproved of wizarding kind as a matter of course, and therefore disliked being reminded that his otherwise pleasant new acquaintance was one of them. And proudly so, apparently.

"Yes, well", he replied gruffly, opting not to share that his children didn't actually live with him outside school. They had a distant relationship. "If you will excuse me, Mrs Fraser, my hawk is keen to be flown some more." He gestured to Peace, now perched back on his arm, and sure enough the bird was flexing her talons and glaring into the trees as if already planning a feast of dormice.