"Of course, born to the breed and all that." That wasn't fair, she realized. Allegra wouldn't have been a Ravenclaw; possibly a Gryffindor, or Hufflepuff? "My head does not need examining, a haircut possibly, but not analysis."
"I'm almost 14 that is not too young. And you're a Ravenclaw too, you're supposed to be logical and see that." But then, he wrote novels, so he didn't deal entirely within the realm of the here and now. "No one is chaperoning us. Hugo is a gentleman and would not take advantage of me. Ever."
"Maybe not, but this is war, right?" She looked at him steadily. "So I need to toughen up."
"That goes for you too. No doing anything dumb, because I'm not going to lose you or have to live with Allegra. She's okay, as mother's go, she's just....." She had no idea how to finish that sentence but her mother loomed larger in her imagination than she should, and Wren knew she needed to find a way past it.