He smiled, "I appreciate your offer. She'll be here at the end of the summer. She's treating her favorite grandchildren with trips to the beach and such," he paused and shook his head, "Forgive me, I'm turning into a bitter old man I'm afraid. We've never really gotten on, my grandmother and I."
He took another bite from his food, nearly finished now, and glanced out the window once more. "I don't suppose you know the feeling?" he said with a sly glance, "I've heard that all pureblood grandmothers are the same."