Lavender's breath tickled his ear and goosebumps ran down Michael's back. He flushed instantly and started fidgeting, big authoritative neon signs flashing in front of his mind's eye: 'Don't even think about it, Corner!' After all, Lavender was among the few girls who counted highly enough in his opinion to be treated like boys, a status that made full sense to his mind. She was like Terry or Anthony...just softer.
"You have an uncle on the Dark Side of the Force?" Michael asked, incapable of keeping away from random Muggle pop culture references. It was a nasty habit he blamed completely on Terry and Anthony and their Star Trek fixation, a trait that had gotten so bad at a point that Michael seriously considered donning pointed ears and muttering "Fascinating" at random intervals.
"Anyway. Dark Side of the Force is used by the bad guys. That bloke with asthma and a bucket on his head," he explained and put the yearbooks away. "Not that a bucket to the head isn't a good thing with a hairdo like that. People did crazy stuff back then." Like putting flowers into their hair or wearing those weirdly-shaped jeans. Completely inexplicable.
"I just wanted to come out to meet you." Before the hunt for his elusive father had eaten his brain. Michael's shoulders slumped in defeat. Another Saturday morning wasted and absolutely nothing had been gained. Pulling his attention back to the present, Michael took a good look at Lavender.
"I wonder how that works out," Michael mused aloud. "Imagine a family consisting of people belonging to each House. There's no ritualistic mutilation and stuff at family gatherings, I presume?" It certainly sounded like a scenario that was bound to happen if his resolute aunt was ever going to meet his elusive father.