"I'm sure you're correct. There was magic involved in the building of Hogwarts that we've long since lost. I've tried to spend some time in the library but I've found myself busier than I would have expected."
He signaled to the barkeep to bring him another drink as he listened to her speak of her friends. He'd forgotten about the Hufflepuff boy. Yet another who ought to have been dead and wasn't.
"It's better than I would have thought, yes. I'm trying to participate in village activities. I've made a few . . . friends; a word I haven't used in context for over fifteen years. For me, it's quite refreshing. But my perspective is different than yours. I have nothing waiting for me at home."