Arcturus nodded eagerly. 'I can certainly introduce you to Mr Summerby, if you'd like. I don't know if he and Cassiopeia might find my tour of Everdale dull – they know the place, after all – but if you'd like me to invite them then I shall.' He didn't mind if others joined them, as it would be a good day out regardless of how many were in the party.
He couldn't muster up quite the same enthusiasm for lessons, but took the sensible approach. 'I suppose we might start soon. I've had months without any lessons, and that will make it difficult enough to catch up. Perhaps I might review my schoolbooks in preparation this week, and we can begin after that?'
As for the worry over the muggle technology, Narcissa's apology was more than enough to calm him. It was also entirely unexpected, and he looked at her carefully for a moment. 'Thank you,' he said. 'I'm glad you didn't mean anything by it.' Another pause. 'I don't suppose you were a prefect at school, were you?' He doubted it. They never apologised for anything. Arcturus frowned, deep in thought, and then an idea struck him. 'I say, when my father arrives, do you think you might tell him just that? That you think using those telephones is for the best?' He gave her a quick, conspiratorial smile. 'It'll likely keep me out of considerable trouble if you do. All the same, I'd like a paper journal much better. Do you suppose I might have two? I know that Cassiopeia would appreciate it if I passed one on to her.'