'Oh I'm fine Mrs Weasley, thank-you. How are you and Mr Weasley keeping?' He swallowed, his parents had been close to the Weasleys at one point. He remembered well going to the World Cup with Fred, George and all the others... Shaking back the recent -and yet so distant- memory, he dutifully carried the bowl out to the already heavily laden table.
'I don't mean to crash your celebration, its just I have a message from my cousin. Jasper, he works with Jamie, he's not feeling too well so he won't be coming today.' He faltered slightly after he'd told the little white lie. For someone as honest as he was even the smallest of fibs was terrible. 'Bryn is off playing a Tennis tournament abroad, so I'm third in line to carry the Newton torch.'