"Mm," he agrees. "No." And, still indignantly, "It is nothing like. And it wasn't I who employed the mangy apologistic cretin. I just had to brew for the obnoxious, lunatic cur."
"They do," he replies simply. "The staff, at any rate. I don't currently need you to go to Hogwarts, but I may do at some point. I don't now see a need, but it's generally best to prepare against future eventualities. And I know who Humphrey Bogart is."
"No," he indicates the shimmering quetzalcoatl. "Pennifer Excetra: Winged Serpent. Or feathered dragon, depending on the translator. I doubt they have owls in Margate proper--although I suppose there might be a small branch open for the tourists, but there's certainly one somewhere in Kent. I think it's a post office box rather than an address, though."
But he went to Eastern Europe! Sev says his Transylrussian accent sounds nothing like Germanic, he can pass for a vampire among muggles and firsties any day of the week thank you so much (pout).