"I'm fairly certain Hampstead Heath was designed by a psychopath with a duck pond fetish," Susan replied with a wry shake of her head. "It's not that surprising you got lost around here really, especially if you don't live locally."
She laughed and nodded. "Actually, you have to blame Rolf for that one. He rather helped in the whole naming process," she paused, suddenly aware that she was name dropping. "Rolf Scamander rather. He introduced me to this beautiful girl," she said, earning a tail wag and a happy bark from her dog. "She's very good at judging character you know."
Susan felt a stab of sadness at the way he fumbled for words. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it that way," she said quickly. "I just meant that most Weasley's would have to be related to you. I like Ron and Percy though, and I'm used to seeing George's handiwork with Percy." She paused for a moment and looked at him carefully. "Would you like to keep running? I can show you a good route?"