Eileen's eyebrow lifted. "Were you going anywhere important? I suppose me and my slugs," and my son, "shouldn't keep you too long then..."
She summoned a chair next to Tadpole, sat, and tilted her head, watching. "He is developing bad habits rather rapidly, I must say. I wish I could blame the first-years for their questionable influence, but I suspect it was he who taught them a few bad manners."