"My father and uncle Harry told me loads of stories about you and Fawkes," Hugo told him before wolfing down a spoonful of ice cream. If he got any on the corner of his mouth, he didn't notice. "You're not the old wizard I imagined, but you still have that air of wisdom about you. I imagine most old wizards to have a long, white beard and a fuck-all attitude."
He glanced over, wondering at how this man could become the wrinkly wise wizard he had seen in books and waving from chocolate frog cards. He looked so young. Handsome too.
"Must be unstable magic, messing with people's ages like that. Powerful too. Did you like being older?"