"Did he? Did he tell you about me now or the four year old version that he knew?" she asked, a bit curious. "Also whatever he said, it's completely exaggerated, unless he talked about Quidditch, which he probably didn't. I'm amazing at Quidditch."
She grinned at Myron. "It's actually great. It'll be like being at the Bubble Palace all over again, except you and my dead are about three decades younger than the last time I met you." She touched his hair before pulling back. "That's a lot darker than I remember."
She hooked her arm with his and started walking toward the dungeon. "I'm really glad that you're here. Dad needed someone more musical than the rest of us and a friend to boot. Are you okay? I know this must be insane."