"I don't talk to her," he explained, holding up his hands defensively. "I haven't talked to her in years- not since school and not really even then. She sent me an owl asking to interview me." Charlie shook his head then, mentally scoffing. "I'm not that dense."
He shrugged, thinking about this. Asking his mother to send along a copy of the Prophet wasn't an option, she'd go mental. "I could owl Bill for a copy," he finally suggested.