"Yes, that's understandable, but next time, ask first before insulting people." Oh God, she was turning into a mother. No worse, she sounded like her grandmother, and that was just wrong. "Look, love, things aren't like they used to. Hell, things weren't the way they were in the reserve in the rest of the country. A dress doesn't make a whore. A whore makes a whore," she said.
She pulled a chair closer and sat down. "I'm Marlene McKinnon. You can call me Marlene or Marly. I'm an Auror and I'm Alastor's best friend, have been since we were elven. I was at the house a few times when you and your dad were visiting from the reserve." She smiled at him. "I'm happy that you're enjoying it. Your dad always went on and on about those dragons, and I can see things aren't that different for you."