She flicked a vaguely annoyed look in his direction and pursed her lips, "No."

At least he was thoroughly downing his tea. Elsbeth had expected him to be supportive — he always was, even when he really shouldn't have been. Really, really, really shouldn't have been. But that was August for you. He wasn't the best decision maker, which is probably why he now had a half-vampire bastard child he'd written off as his ward. She didn't get the sense that he was patronizing her, which was reassuring. Perhaps she had just an inkling of magic after all. Not enough of it to attend Hogwarts — she'd given up on that dream long ago — but if there was just enough there to prove that she did belong in this world, she'd take it and milk it for all its worth.

"Are you any good at divination? Did you even take it? I don't think I really paid attention to your classes." The reason as to why didn't need an explanation.