"My father is... fun," she said, laughing. "His morals are fluid. He's a rock star. Potions are a way of life, but I tend to make sure he's fine." She frowned. "Narcissa Malfoy? That's a name I know, lied to VOldemort or something, didn't go to Azkaban for that, her and her family. She's really old."
She couldn't say that she knew Tonks, but then she would have been long gone before Savannah had started school. Of course once he started rattling off last names, she certainly knew them. "Fuck, Mr. Potter is here, and Ron... as in Ron Weasley, the Minister's husband? You should have started with that, although considering that her administration got us all killed, I'm not sure he wants to advertise that."
She shrugged. "I can't really tell you much. I don't get Muggle science. I know that Muggles were able to do it. I think the idea was to let people have kids without a spouse. They figured maybe it'd get more of us to have children. I think they were absolutely wrong, but no one was asking me, were they? If they wanted more children they should have provided things like schools, child care, ability to keep your job while pregnant. I'm a player, I'm not going to give up my career if I'll get replaced the moment I get pregnant. Then I need to stay home to bring the kid up. Fuck that. But instead, they went for the fancy solution that got us- Well, killed. If this little story of yours is true, we're going to all the stadium and getting those brooms. They are probably dry and need some work, but unless one of you is an expert broom maker, we might need what we have."