"Because I totally do," he said, laughing. "You're eighteen, and a lot nicer than you want people to think, but so proper for someone your age. I half expect to hear you cursing just to prove me wrong."
Stephen watched her, and it was obvious that she loved the attention. Oh, she was a spoilt one. She made Charlotte look humble. He wonder what his sister would have thought of her, thinking that it would have been love or hate, and nothing in between.
"You have to find something else to do, then. I keep telling you that a job makes things less boring, mostly because you're too tired to be bored." He smiled at her. "Work is ... okay. I'm still waiting for the Board to approve my request for a new specialisation in the Dark Arts. I'm trying not to use my Dad for this. I don't want anyone throwing it back at me if something goes wrong, and yes, your books were very interesting, and different from anything sold now. I suppose that it's the same cultural shock that you feel when you read our books."