"Well, then how are your mum and dad? I received a nice note from her than you would all be attending my ball this weekend," she smiled, "I am so looking forward to it. Even if it means I need to make an emergency trip to Paris since my beautiful handmade Italian silk dress robes are now nothing but ashes on Diagon Alley.
"Oh, and all the little debs are just a flutter over you. Your mum and dad will have quite a selection this year, if they decide it's time." She squeezed his hand, "I hear Gregory's parents are going to make him put in a bid this year. So are a few other guys from our year. Lots of people think it's time we re-populate the world or some such nonsense."