Dylan watched her as she spoke, quite sure his own mother would never be capable of that kind of emotion. He wasn't sure Cass could be either. "You love him that much?" he asked, only to realise that could be insulting too late. "Sorry, I didn't mean to imply- My mother dumped me on the doorstep of Cass' relatives on the night she found out that I was a wizard. It also happened to be my eleventh birthday, not that she remembered."
He shrugged. "Toby is lucky to have someone like you. And no, being abandoned, or thinking you were, it's not something I'd wish on anyone. We'll find a way to bring him here if you need to stay longer. Jamie will talk to his dad about it. I can ask him to if you want." He smiled, he quite liked the idea of a kid being loved by his parents, well mum. Any kid should be. "What about his dad?" he asked. "Is he the guy you're engaged to?"
Somehow the idea of a PTA at Hogwarts was utterly funny, and he couldn't help but to laugh. "I'm sorry, but if you'd ever been to Hogwarts, you'd know how utterly amusing that thought is," he chuckled, shaking his head. "This is a school that let's you play a sport which might end up seriously hurting you if you're not careful, not to mention that they don't have any normal Muggle subjects on the curriculum. I don't think parents' involvement would be welcomed. Not that it isn't a brilliant school, but I can see Muggle parents freaking out if they knew everything that went on inside the castle." He smiled. "I do like the idea of an outing though, not that I'm in a position to do anything about it, but it's a nice thought."
He pondered her ideas, biting his lip. "You could check the Ministry, I suppose," he said. "There is the Muggle-Worthy Excuse Committee, though I'm not sure that fits. I'm not sure the Department of International Magical Cooperation would either, but they might have something about cooperation with the Muggle world. Try finding out, I mean it can't hurt. I can check for you, or Jamie can. His uncle would know, no doubt."
He smiled. "That would be Percy Weasley, you'll recognise him as the redhead that looks like he has a stick up his arse," he said with a grin. "He's the head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation, and his wife is in the Wizengamot - almost like the government or parliament. They pass laws, act as judges, appoint the minister." He grinned. "You can see that our sense of democracy is slightly lacking in comparison to yours," he chuckled.