"I know. They should send me to Les Seychelles, but they won't do it. You'd think with my father running the department, I'd get a free trip." He nodded. "I will get in touch with you if there's anything you can do, or just to come and annoy us."
He thought that they wouldn't get anything close to happiness, at least not yet. Not until Voldemort was on the run.
"Do you know what's scary? That you can come up with these names even when you're sober," he said, laughing. "I'm gland that you can't maim my name. I'd have to hex you." He snorted. "Siri? Really? What did he do to you? You take a perfectly good, classical name and turn it into some senseless word. Mate, you really are too much."