"Scion, seriously? Give me a fucking break. He looks like he's got a permanent broomstick up his arse. No wonder he's related to the Malfoys," Minerva said snidely, rolling her eyes.
"You've lost weight, Jamie. You're thinner in the face, and you're so pale. What about your Uncle Bill and Aunt Fleur? Have they figured out anything since the last time I saw you?"
Minerva looked at Jamie with worry, then smirked. "Well, I'm not related to you. At least, I'm pretty sure that I'm not," she replied. "Your neck bothering you? I can rub it for you if you'd like. Give me a chance to fuss over you," she teased.
She put her hand on the back of Jamie's neck, then stopped when he told her about the next symptoms.