Gilda glowed at the excitement of her son, sweeping across the room to give him a hug, brushing some of the hair out of his face. Gilda might not know him yet, but she still felt unbelievably connected to the young, brilliant boy.
"Of course, why wouldn't I come?" She asked gently. There was nothing that Gilderoy would request of her that she wouldn't do. "And thank you, Arianna, I would love some."