"She is fun," Faustus conceded. "But she's still a girl." He said that with all the condescension a ten year old boy could muster. He shrugged. "I don't know. He might. He's usually really busy though. I don't like it but I do understand, sort of. He's got all the classes he teaches and the Slytherins and that can't be easy."
He'd seen his Dad come storming back in several times after having to deal with something the Slytherins had done. He'd always made himself kind of scarce at those times. No point poking the dragon, you only got burned. Not that he thought his Dad would hurt him but there was no point getting yelled at because of someone else.
He gave Ben a curious look when he spoke of Terry and began to get a bit of an idea of what might be wrong. Obviously Ben was in a snit with his dad about something. He decided not to ask. If Ben wanted to tell him, he would.
"Sure," he said as he started crawling out from underneath the table. Once he was out, he got up and looked around until he saw a house elf then ran over and asked it to bring apples and other food to he and Ben at the gazebo. The house elf bowed and disappeared and Fautus returned to Ben.
"It's down this way," he said, pointing further out into the garden. He led the way, skirting around the party and down to the stone gazebo. He climbed into it and grinned. "No one's here yet so it's ours."