"I appreciate that, it's been awhile since I've been bent over a cauldron myself." Thomas broke in a curt smile, "He's good, still teaching the next generation of wizards all about magical plants sentient or not. I do think he misses mom though, it's not exactly easy for either of them. Especially when you operate the busiest pub in London. Well our London."
Thomas paused getting up to top off his cold coffee. He'd drink anything but when it got cold he could almost taste the the grounds and the illusion that it was fresh would disappear.
"How's yours? Is dad still freelancing Potions work?"